The first thing that I do before I get into your house
I'm gonna tear off all the petals from the rose that's in your mouth
I wanted to find ever since I didn't understand
They take the simple things inside you
And put nightmares in your hands
That he should live without it
Vision sprung into dreams
Of a world left without it
The last thing that she sees before they turn off all the lights
Was there, net up in the corner with the spiders made of night
And I can't live without it