[Interlude]
The night creeps through the wasteland
You were my favorite dead end
The vampires are crying through the streets
The moon and all his lies
The sandman stole my eyes
Life is likely never as it seems
I lost a lover when I found love
Lost my belief when I became God
I stopped talking to you
When the words fell for my poem
I lost my friends when I found ghosts
Lost my home when I became my own
Lost my name and found mysеlf
FLØRE's fløwers grow from the dead