She wore crushed velvet, jet black and to the floor.
She rode on angels' wings that used to shine oh so bright.
Now the dark has caught the spark
in her eyes and I, I can't find the air.

She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious - she continues to see
climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home - forever

Maze...psychopathic daze...I create this waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic
ways...can't escape this place...I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying