Dark are our ways. The moon in our hearts. We pull the tides of hate. We let it tear us apart.
We steal a sinful glance, we glutton for that love. We hold the sands of time, in the bosom of our hearts.
We cross the rivers wild, we call forth its fury. We let it drown us deep, the treasure of misery.
We are stingy and we fight, we hold on tight. We punish ourselves so, every day more so at night.
We live by faith. We die by love. We grew up to believe time health. But it also stealth all.
So why wait to end it all? Why not start now? To oneself stay true?
There’s no hope for the dead.
I’m the dark shade of blue. I’m the dark shade of blue.