There the rapture goes, with a blackened smile.
Dancing amongst the shadows of the nighttime.
Seducing innocence to kiss those lips of lust
towards anything that's pure, it wants to have it's share.
Loving and giving. Taking and breaking.
There's no care towards the fools in love.
And I admid that I'm a fool -
all bleeding and begging -
to have it's attention to be cast upon me now.

Feel free to be the one to break down my spirit.
My heart is free, my freedom is dancing
inside of the cruelest raptures light -
against your skin tonight I'm living.
Before the morning light I'll be gone from your mind:
your little angel
pretty before rapture's eyes.

Since you can never avoid your destiny,
keep on running.

And you can never trust the dead ones.