• Slowly fade to grey and watch this all fade away,
    The trials, the tribulations
    The road walked and the blows taken
    The cuts under her eyes slowly lull her to sleep

    In the fiery depths that lace his heart so sweetly
    His hate for her is what brings her home
    His hate for her is what wakes her in the morning
    His hate for her is what makes her hold him when he cries
    His hate for her is what brings the tears to her eyes as well
    His hate for her is what makes her complete

    Now smear on that cyanide lipstick baby
    And cut those burdened wrists that have held you for so long
    Forget all you have learnt and step off that balcony
    Leave him this one last image
    A beautiful crimson angel