When I saw the little fires in the darkness
Palming hands
Tried to root out my eyes
When I saw the small thoughts in the graveyard
Pretty graves
Were waiting for some flowers
Don't want to be there
With my body in a snare

I saw lightning in and out of the devil's area
And my skull's
Been cut in pieces on the grass
Thousands of crosses cover nature's beauty
White horizons
Dates that have already been written
I feel moving upside-down in your house
Kiss on the eyes
Of a Dorian Gray's portrait
I'm afraid of myself in the dark streets
When I'm forced
To think of my future's nest
I won't be there
Just a body in a snare