Spilling blood that's so saline,
Filling heart that's pure canine.
Wander towards my sweet doom,
Under shadows of mushrooms.
Screeching beacons of your light,
Bleaching neon blurs to white.
Vanity destined for hate,
Sanity perceived as threat.
Boiling ice swims in coal tar,
Spoiling the high beyond scars.
Wander towards question mark,
Under wings of dead skylarks.
Fitting stones in hollow chests,
Splitting us up for the best.
Wish gone bad leaves us parted.
Vision clad, the end's started.
Verse 1: She's bleeding tears and it fills her heart that is animalistic ruthless. She's bleeding and wandering towards her doom. Decaying fungi offer her shadow.
Verse 2: His light now seems like noise. The purifying colors have turned pale. She hates her vanity and her sanity is a threat to her existence.
Verse 3: Her burnt yet frozen heart is tainted black. It destroys the pleasure in her pain. She wanders towards the uncertain. Dead song-birds offer her shadow.
Verse 4: Stones have replaced the hearts in their chests. They have been split up for the best, because of a wish gone bad. The Universe has a vision of her end, and it has started working on that.)