My blood is tainted
I serve you
setting sun bleeding
Into an ocean of tears for you
Into an ocean of tears for you
It's an exodus
From the dark
The night is breathing
The night is attaining
Falling, falling
Up the staircase
Towards the moon, the stars,
And the Venus-kissed Mars
The ever-worry Mars [bad word] silent
These days grow darker
And the spite's eating at me
I see the dead awaken
My faithful forsaken
Cannot free
I am talking
On a hidden line
She says she is feeling
She says she is dead
She says there is a downward spiral
From the moon, the stars,
The ever-worry Mars
The ever-worry Mars [bad word] silent
These days grow darker
And the spite's eating at me
I see the dead awaken
My faithful forsaken
Cannot free
(oooh) [bad word] silent
These days grow darker
And the spite's eating at me
I see the dead awaken
My faithful forsaken
Cannot free [bad word] silent
These days grow darker
And the spite's eating at me
I see the dead awaken
My faithful forsaken
Cannot free