if you ever feel lost,
think about fairytales and jack frost,
the altruistic people and when, under the stars, your paths crossed,
you thought that this massacre was your fault,
but with the knife in your hand,
your demons are the ones that always command,
if they ask, you'll go to a medium and set foot into another land,
you're being possesed by villains made of grainless beaches of sand,
you do a hundred million sins framed by hand,
you commit them just as easy as the way you understand,
all they do is telling you to get them a heart of gold plus ten grand,
one day you met a girl whose white hair was always damp,
you once said to her, 'your hair's a blanket of snow,'
she told you that she's your guardian angel that lives just below,
the one that for the countable blessings you have, you owe,
despite the way she had that glow,
her being just as beautiful as a doe,
you knew it at once: she's an inferno covered in sweet dough,
and that's when it happened... another holocaust,
now there are a hundred and one souls that you lost,
your corrupt immortal soul, in the waterless sea, you tossed,
your name, in the fiery heaven, your demons embossed,
and once again, your reincarnated soul, they will haunt.
