You crying blood is all right with me.
Feeling disoriented is fine.
I'll help you through your controlling muse.
No more deep thoughts,
For love is misery,
Love is mystery,
Love is all we don't have,
It's what we crave.
We can't behave,
When we're raging animals.

Our eyes forced open,
We can't help but see the corruption and destruction,
It's in the news,
It's in our instincts.
Violence,
Bitterness,
Confusion,
Betrayal,
Originates from amore,
The biggest enigma of them all.

We wish to be a part of the force,
Holding our hands
D
O
W
N.
Love is something mysterious,
It's the one feeling we can't hide.
It drives us to early graves,
It's a popular way to die,
Come on, get in on the fun.

The past hold us back,
The future scares us,
And we don't care too much for the present.
We are spectators to our lives.
We watch as our lives unfold,
Then explode.
Then explode.

So where do we belong?
Cradled in the arms of love.
We feel at home there.
It's self destruction and we know it,
But we won't leave the nest,
We never learned to fly.
Too occupied with the problems of the past,
Thinking beyond the boundaries of comfort,
Seeing into the future is seeing Armageddon.
It's End Time,
And we're waiting for salvation.
Here amore comes on horseback,
A tragic hero.
Grab it's hand,
Grab the Reaper's bony fingers,
Kiss it gently and go on a journey with him.

It's in your mind,
A puzzle without any true answer.
Not understanding mystery drives us insane,
Maniacs with guns blazing.
Collateral damage hits us all.
Being left for dead in the dark makes us monsters.
Driving away all who care for us.
So just let it go,
Leave mystery a mystery.
Leave love what it is, suicide.

A gun to the head of humanity,
And it gladly is executed.

The past hold us back,
The future scares us,
And we don't care too much for the present.
We are spectators to our lives.
We watch as our lives unfold,
Then explode.
Then explode.

I'll wipe that tear of blood from your face,
I'll say it will be ok.
I'll be the advocate of amore,
I'll be the speaker for the time being.
Love is dying slowly,
And we are all followers to the cult of mystery.

Children to her,
Slaves to her,
Henchmen to her,
Helping with her evil plan.

You crying blood is all right with me,
For amore is misery,
And misery loves company,
So it brings along friends,
Share the joy of pain.
Pass the fun.
Enigmatic amore breathes in our souls.
And never exhales.
Held captive,
It's self destruction and we know it.