Suddenly the world looks different and through these eyes, it makes no sense. Desperate, I pull my black pencil from a drawer and darken my eyes to death. Suddenly the world sounds different and through these ears, it makes no sense. Desperate, I pull my black album from a shelf and cover my ears with death. Suddenly the world feels different and through these hands, it makes no sense. Desperate, I pull my red paint from a bottle and color my nails with death. You know who you are, Do you remember you then? Looking back in a mirror you shattered, You punctured and broke, Do you recognize the face? Or have you burried it in the yard along with the secrets of your blackened soul and all other memories you've sent to death? You know who you are, Do you understand them? Looking at her from across the room, Alone and weary, Not quite in the moment, Do you recognize the pain in her eyes? Do you sympathize? Or is she just another helpless shadow with a wish for death? You know the sound of smiles, It plays on your radio and radiates your mornings till night. Does the sound of something tragic scare you? Does the sound of something sad alarm you? Can you dance to a drum that's hollow, a beat that's slow, a voice that's dark? Does the sound of gothic church bells please you, or make you shiver in the thought of death?