~{]~ Confessions of a Monster ~[}~
When the days are cold and the cards all fold, and the saints I see are all made of gold. When my dreams all fail and the ones, I hail are the worst of all and my blood run stale. When she feels my heat and look into my eyes it's clear that there is where my demons hide. I don't want her to get too close because it's too dark inside and there is where my demons hide.
When the curtain's call is the last of all and when the lights fade out all my sinners crawl. So, they dug my grave and the masquerade will come calling out at the mess I've made. I don't want to let her down, but I am, hell bound though this is all for her. I don't want to hide the truth but no matter what we breed, I'm still made of greed.
