I think I'm unconscious by the look of these streets of gold The way their face is blurred through the thick black rain Las night i dreamt of ways to eviscerate myself and suffocate an angel with blue eyes I look away for a second to see what I have done, I cut my wrist now to see what I have done It was an accident I sold my soul for a ride on a white butterfly All that remains is ashes they'll never find the lost one All that remains is ashes they'll never find a corpse I look away for a second to see what I have done I've seen them cut the head off the magician and show the world his secrets I look away for a second to see what I have... The knife just does fit in my hand right