I feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied Boys do cry and with blood tears in my eyes I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life I can't hide the monster anymore One can only feel desolate for so long Until one starts to change Into something the mirror doesn't recognize I metamorphasize The darkness has been biding its time To claim its latest victim Fresh meat for carnal desires To become what I became I viewed the sun for the last time Will you still hold me when you see what I have done? Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim's blood? So crimson and red, I feel it flowing from your lips My heart is dead and so are you And it pulses through, the desire to change The desire to deconstruct all of my past failings But where to begin because when you live in sin It's hard to look at saints without them Reflecting youre jet black auras back on you And all I have is hope, my inner burn's not fading I'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day And all I have is hope, and all I need is time To bury in pine under six feet of time The lies I told me about myself Claw my way out, pick the splinters from under my fingernails I won't lose hope, I won't give in Just live and breathe and try not to die again