A dark star on the left hand path
A revelation long since left for dead
There's a sleeping bear in the bed you made
An elephant in an unmarked grave
A sacrifice to a long lost cause
Little Dorothy is staying put in Oz
Come taste my darkness and tell me how you feel
Take a look inside me and tell me what you see
Such a precious piece of trash
Slowing down is such a painful way to crash
Like feeding twice from a well bitten hand
Spilt honey and milk from a foreign land
Come taste my darkness and tell me how you feel
Take a look inside me and tell me what you see
The sound of perdition
Come taste my darkness and tell me how you feel
Take a look inside me and tell me what you see
The sound of perdition
The sound of perdition
The sound of perdition
A dark star on the left hand path