What is desire when all things decay? A deepening silence, nothing to say
Embracing your woe is the anguish I sow when I bind you to your fate
Is there beauty in the shadows I've grown? Is there beauty in the pain that I've sown?
Can beauty come out of darkness? Can beauty come out of anguish?
When I danced the spiral, all I asked was, can beauty come out of this?
As a fate I bind them, I break and I grind them to let them find their woe
Is there beauty in the shadows I've grown? Is there beauty in the pain that I've sown?
Can beauty come out of darkness? Can beauty come out of anguish?
When I danced the spiral, all I asked was, can beauty come out of this?
Let beauty come out of darkness. Let beauty come out of anguish
When I danced the spiral, all I asked was, can beauty come out of my madness?