I gazed out to the coming storm
My thoughts are clear but not alone
The view I search is in the question
Blind I paint your guide to pain

Naked motions, eating art

Still there is no disappointment to me
Tied forever, together to be
My beloved screen of horror
Make me laugh, make me bleed

As once I mentioned, the face of all
To the emptiness, the silent wall
I die in your honor so bleed for me
I like to view the returning night