sorrow loves your laughter, your cracked bitter laughter your sadness loves all of your maze hidden ways raining such incessant tears that posses you your struck by own hand securing your chains
binding a prisoner holding a captive caught for a victory your quiet voice claims your kind witching soul guides your life, like a sleepwalker; the kindness of darkness consuming a flame
and your sorrow loves your scorning, oh so angry and yearning your sadness loves all of your surrendering pain, given to sourness and leaving estranged then all of the gladness from earlier days
such twisted reasoning and all that remains then you'll let invade you, assume your shape, and your kind witching soul binds your life like a prisoner; the kindness of certainty that keeps you a slave
such twisted reasoning and all that remains then you'll let invade you, assume your shape, and your kind witching soul binds your life like a prisoner; the kindness of certainty that keeps you a slave