Follow me down.

Swallow it down.

A little bit of something instigating your frown.

The moon on the town, the blood on your gown.

You're always picturesque.

Stomp the haunted mood in your crown.

I used to think about it then I...

Chose the word indulgence, now I...

Just need some more to stand my own.

Why I live this way? Who knows.

Why I live this way? He knows.

Is this damnation? Or a beginning?

I'll take "B".

To instigate the thought into my.

And visualize the blood as the life.

Is to bend the wheel of my own kind.

I wish you'd see the hope in my eye.

All in all sublime on this side.

Then again you'd have to leave this life...

....behind.

Why I live this way? Who knows.

Why I live this way? He knows