I woke up in a shroud, a shroud of cellophane
Only to forget my dreams
I saw those things that haunted, and led me to believe
Drawing me closer to the flame
A silent trigger, undying trust
Somewhat disfigured, my pain and lust
A tyrant figure, undying trust
We lost the future, through pain and lust
I woke up in a shroud, a shroud of cellophane
I got down on bended knee
The ground engulfed the fallen, cursing what's beneath
Begging you lord please don't burn me
A quiet trigger, undying trust
Somewhat disfigured, my pain and lust
A quiet trigger, undying trust
She lost her figure, through pain and lust