I can taste your sweet skin on mine It's snowing in summertime I can feel your shiver in my spine It's like we never really died See I've been trying to k** this bittersweet symphony But now your the ghost I can't cast out I'm praying that the God of Heaven will rescue me But every time he comes I choose this hell... The fire never runs out Haunted by the sweet sound The devil's merry-go-round Heaven help me Your the demon I crave Your the ghost I can't shake Lord I need to be saved All I can do is Pray Pray I don't know what's my memories Or my imaginings I was your masterpiece fantasy Or maybe it was just a dream?