Pink skies over my head raining down the thoughts of giving in,And as the wind changes the house upon the hill stays the same,Where the sun has gone I dont know but im feel it's far away,or has the sun turned to the moon never to shine its rays on my face again,Rose Mary Sugar Coated Glass Hiding the Truth About Our Past,And Up Ahead You Find Yourself Painting The Windows With A Brush,With Hate He Screams It's All A Lie, Ignorance Is Bless, It's A Lie,No, We Are Ready Follow Me We'll Crush The Windows and We'll See.He seems to wonder if the truth's to far away to ever see,The man inside your head wants you to stop, but a loser he wishes to never beAs though the windows posses a mind it starts to beg him as we try,To unfold the truth the long lost truth, told by your self is better as a lieThe windows refuse to be pushed aside,All That Remains Is Peaceful Bless , But What is Bless If you havn't tasted Hell,With Little Hope You Place Your Hands On The Rose Window to Find Your Self,All Alone but The Windows Open Without a Thought He Leaps Through,Awake in a Darker Place than the Dark House Which You Sadly Went Away,He Finds to Be in a Box On A Forgotten Street, Sheilding from The Rain,Brush in His Hand Becomes the truth , A Blood Stained Needle To Your Vein,With utmost horror you start to weap As You Wish the Bless Was back Again,He Injects the Needle leaps in To the Rose painted Windows once Again.
