A room full of water
With blood dripping from the walls
You'd better own up to your own worst convictions
And get this one thing through your skull; So fire the interrogation, we never talked at all
You forget everything, you never met me
(This morbid scene of red was synchronized, we had it all planned out
This crimson creation
Where are the heavens?
What have I done?)
You're heartless in the stab wound silence
Smile because you've lost your nerve
You're demise - to die for
(This sacred scene of white
Never synchronized, this image of failure
Disguised in light, where are the heavens?
What have I done?)