Oh, the sweetest mark upon your list
Is your own seductive, oh, death wish
And God above no interventionist
Stands as you're strangled by the devil's fist

Oh, I took your head upon my chest
For a bitter sweet, oh, second
And how you tear away from it
And fade away into the abyss

There;s a bad moon rising up the hill
Oh, as you write your own will
Oh, leave me be, there's nothing left
But a gaunt portrait of a masochist

Oh, I bear witness to the deepest sadness
Housed within my breast
Oh, was your head upon my chest
Did I dream you there, were my eyes amiss?

For the windowpane is cracked straight through
Colored with mistake he can't see through
Shine light on all the colors in you
And now I know what painted you