• She walked out the door,
    my remains scattered across the floor,
    It's hard to imagine why,
    these things happen to those who can't cry.

    Her lust for purpose leads her to her fate,
    Her appetite for disaster has met it's course,
    Her eyes light the flame that guides her hate,
    All she wants is that demonic intercourse.

    I need to find, my own way out,
    of this disaster, that she's made out of doubt,
    I'm trapped by her tragedies, made out of life,
    and there's no escape, not this time.

    My vision becomes so dull,
    my aching body feels like an empty hull,
    she's tearing out my thoughts and memories,
    and replacing them with horrible tragedies.

    Her desire for attention gave her grace,
    Yet when she walks into the room it becomes a different place,
    A place of torture and unspeakable nightmares,
    And you can't fight back because she doesn't play fair.

    I need to find, my own way out,
    of this disaster, that she's made out of doubt,
    I'm trapped by her tragedies, made out of life,
    and there's no escape, not this time.

    Once upon a time,
    when we were so happy to be alive,
    when nothing could possibly come between us-
    almost picture perfect.
    One little mishap occurs,
    it erupts into something obsurd,
    and we all scatter for our lives,
    as she cries until she dies...
    (loud scream + breakdown)

    I need to find, my own way out,
    of this disaster, that she's made out of doubt,
    I'm trapped by her tragedies, made out of life,
    and there's no escape, not this time.

    I need to find, my own way out,
    of this disaster, that she's made out of doubt,
    I'm trapped by her tragedies, made out of life,
    and there's no escape, not this time.