I see black roses
And blood-stained hands
I walk without seeming to
Right toward the head on the ground
Looking at me it smiles,
Laughs, and tries to explain
I'm leaving this world.....
I'm leaving this world.....
A chill creeps over me
Is this real? I don't know
I try to keep my head on straight
As my sanity is severed completely
Like the head on the ground
Its like touching the hands of ghosts.....