• Red night sky
    Pitch black moon
    Were the streets are empty,
    Were flowers never bloom.

    Look at me
    Through your eyes
    You'll soon see
    I love your cries

    Born an angel,
    raised a demon
    With a golden halo
    and a devils tail

    Look deeper
    With my eyes
    And you will see
    That I only cry

    Clear blue sky
    Cream white moon
    Look at the flowers
    Peace has bloomed