Eveything feels fake, feels wrong, feels right,
I’m just full of bitter hatred and sweet spite,
Like a hypocrite all out of lies,
A cross on the heart, and a heart full of ice.


Come, walk on my nightmare path of light,
Where this cruel pain meets sweet delight,
And you’ll scream, and cry, and break, and fear,
And wish you wouldn’t disappear.


Come hold my hand, I’ll be your guide,
I’ll taste your lips, walk by your side,
The edge of madness awaits us both,
Just another kind of paradise.