everything is rags

and there's nobody to blame but me

and it would be so easy

if there was no one to hurt but me

but now everything that I do

comin' out of me

will just tear through you

in and out of you

up and down your life

like a curse

cast by the only son of rags

who would wrap you up

in all the finest tatters

but he wanted nothin' more,

my loved one,

than to wrap you up in joy

but it never be with me

- you and I are like

two worlds

not meant to collide

Death to each other

in the unravelling of time

so how do you...

how do you like it?

what kind of dream

would you call it -

to have one foot in Eden

one foot in Hell

to be always numb

Plagued by demons

Summoned by Angels

at the same time,

endlessly





But I will burn me

right out of this place

I will lay you down to sleep

so when you wake

I'll be gone

and You

will remember

Nothing

You

will remember

Nothing