bedlam, dead lamb
dying little flower
blue is the gray of the doom
the power of decay
with death gently in bloom
and the end will come too soon
gears grind, in rhythmatic time
killer machine, and the beat goes on
and the beat within
fear pumped beating heart to the drums of sin
and the end comes too soon
my blood, the color of orchids
in the midnight eclipse of pain and pride
I bleed myself for the good of the hive
stamped, labeled, tagged and cradled
and the end comes too soon
promises spoken, are promises broken
secrets of silence
vows of violence
ours is a love like no other
your fire, it stings, with the pleasure it brings
but the end came too soon