pretty girl,
no more you not like what you see.
and when you cannot turn the other cheek
do you just turn your back
on what you once believed.
through all this my hands are clean
and with intentions too clouded to see
this street is dark tonight
even if you care to see
my head is in my hands
as you lie before my feet
and even though i volunteered
i still have no relief.
oh but baby,
its the night that covers me,
and ill break out from underneath
the black that sorrounds my dreams.
chance to escape and to be free,
but the wrath and tears still find me,
and this engines cutting out
with no strength of frequency
this street is dark tonight
even if you care to see
my head is in my hands
as you lie before my feet
and even though i volunteered
i still have no relief.
SPOKEN -
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
She is the captain of my soul.