Erratic Perception

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