The moonlight creeps through my broken window,
It slides down the wall like the blackest widow;
The poison drops on my red pillow,
I see this, and I can feel your
Tender touch, the blades on my skin.
I don't fear your teeth that pierce me.
Kill me, bite me, eat me, drink me;
I don't care, I've lost my feelings.

Deep inside the light is dead again,
Now I see I'm not the one to blame.
Everyone is just a pawn
In our world of filth and scorn;
We lose the ability to think,
We keep a lot of the useless things.
When people die, we pass them by;
We all deny the sense of life.

The gothic realm is made for the broken,
Humbled people, never joking;
Buried deep beneath their problems,
They just wait for death to come in.
Death is the rule of the endless living,
Death is the queen of the unforgiven;
We enjoy the morbid feelings,
We ignore it when God is bleeding.