ROOM 312

Confusion

This illusion of confusion that of paradise

Haunting dreams and devious sceams she makes her lesson be known

That maybe we shouldn't of burned her

Now she cries with monstrous tones

For now our town is blessed with a brigade of unfortunate events

A brigade of evil that of what they thought there faith prevents

And that poor girl burned alive because she had no father

was considered a witch and was taken from her mother

Haunting dreams and devious sceams she makes her lesson be known

That maybe we shouldn't of burned her

Now she cries with monstrous tones

Now the streets are vague & broken

abandoned, crawling and all

Now not a single word is spoken

Until the bell rings for all

And if the siren calls & the churches doors close

Her evil shall consume you

For the church she cannot impose

This town is no longer the same but the town is still the same

Everyday is the same routine

Unless a interloper comes in between

For once in a while

A visitor will come to town

And thow shall be watched by dark eyes all around

All are dressed in black with ash covering them

Ash falling from the sky that burn your feet numb

To mourn that day when they did the burning

But now the girl controls

They can't resist for long

Sense the angel has already died

And sung her end song

A room full of angels, black fairies & white noise too

Darkness far to thick for the human eye to leak threw

For the hospital is the home of evil

Where her spirit lives

And her school screams her memories

of how the school board fibs

Now at that cursed hotel

Where they had this devious burning

There lives nothing but ash & sparks that keep the fires turning

Haunting dreams and devious sceams she makes her lesson be known

That maybe we shouldn't of burned her

Now she cries with monstrous tones

Room of angels

White noise

A rain of brass petals

False faith

Overpowered leader

Gullible naive folk

Mouth full of nettles

And then her name you choke

she was done being nice

And now you must pay the price

For now for hurting this innocent child

She made a deal to hold

While your ridiculous plan of purification failed

You have scorned yourself with eternal damnation

For you shall never paradise

But she shall birth your god

And for this you shall twist in this eternal quagmire

Maybe you shouldn't have burned her

Because even though you had not noticed

You burned to

And shall continued your fallowing

Of a novice.