Black theatre of love
Violet dances cast their blood
The moon gave me flowers
For funerals [bad word] 
12 shapes bow before her
I am still one of them
12 morbid ways to die
Her beauty scares me

I'm falling deeper
No more pain to feel now
Touch the silence
Afraid of [bad word] 
Black theatre of love
Violet dances cast their blood
The moon gave me flowers
For funerals [bad word] 
I cannot breathe
I am losing life
The moon paints the skyline blue
She died so beautiful