She ties me in an ivy when i don't speak Black upon her angel's wings when she is weak I'm in a mother's womb I'm her tortured prince She sighs for eternity and a virgin's innocence What is wrong with me The flame is gone Cut me like a child The flame is gone Let me stay for awhile Cuts herself on silouettes and roses made from clay No faces hide behind her body as she's torn and decayed I'm prisoneer on her noose an infant painted gray Whisper in my ear before i travel to this grave