We are the start of bleeding
 Fascination
 Slowly envelop what we
 Thrive
 Lacerate, fill your lungs with
 Passion
 Intentions last play at crime
 Enter my dreams
 No pictures or inquries
 They enter to feast on the
 Fearsome
 The devil's kind is right
 
 Enter my dreams
 No pictures or inquries
 
 My thoughts are
 Not a straight line
 They fluctuate like
 Waves or wine
 I will not falter
 I will unbind
 If you feel satisfied
 Then exit now
 'Cause in this nature
 Hunger will thrive
 
 Here it's the last
 one, so say goodbye
 
 Feel the songs serenade
 Spun in its twine
 
 I will not falter
 I will unbind
 
 Song's serenade
 Spun in its twine
 
 Enter my dreams
 No pictures or inquries
 
 My thoughts are not a
 Straight line - They
 Fluctuate to a
 Rhyme.