I am a death house, haunted mirror Acerbic heart, ain”t nothing pure in here I keep the memories of a broken you Sing, sing the stories of a fractured few
I believe I will open up For all my rage will surely come undone
I am agnostic, but I hang on a cross Faithless, saintless, my sin stabs I wear the crown o编辑于2008/05/24更新