Song: Dying by Hole and Courtney Love

You see the cripple dance pay your money baby nows your chance, eyes like cyanide, I am so dumb just beam me up I've had it all forever I've had enough

Scarlet: Untied loose ends, never spoken words. Teardrops from heaven, inaudible symphony, my shutdown mode. Laid to rest underneath the moon and stars, last known requests. Unfinished business, sad beautiful tragic senselessness. Irony, our bittersweet farewells, navy blue coded messages.

Remember you promised me, I'm dying, I'm dying, please, I want to, I need to be under your skin

Faith: Falling through time, a beautiful complicated hot mess. Many missing left out details, empty insignificant small vessels. Nothingness, dying pipe dreams. Eliminated overlook choices, these sacrifices of mine. A treasure box of goodies, invincible blessings in disguise. Lifesaving remedies, shadows of what used to be.

Our love is quicksand so easy to drown they steal the gravity yeah from moving ground

Scarlet: Visual hot mess, internal external damage. Slow painful demise, unwanted harsh reality, an inevitable causality. Lady of many sorrows, loveless sable. Obvious unstable shaky foundation, wandering doubts. Insecurities, numerous uncertainties. This confusing puzzle, endless maze. Rotating circles, these great big balls of fire in my eyes.

Remember you promised me, I'm dying, I'm dying, please, I want to, I need to be under your skin

Faith: Wondering doubts, insecurities and uncertainties. Lingering what ifs, lingering many false assumptions and regrets. Opal blurred lines, oh, what such a distorted reality. Wonderful beautiful shades of black and white, effortless hard work, essential growing pains and untied loose ends. Painless afterbirth, an unexpected aftershock, a much needed brutal wake up call. Road to nowhere, an unconquerable huge mountain. Your secret silent battle and struggle, possible double blessings. Echoes of trouble up ahead, rattle snakes. Adversaries, silly old muses of mine. Entangled parallel lives, wisdom and hindsight go hand in hand.

And now I understand you leave with everything you leave with everything I am withering and now I know that love is dead you've come to bury me there's nothing left here to pretend anything

Scarlet: Triangular arc, essential holy trinity, everlasting serendipity. Needless brutality, an inevitable causality, repetitive generational curses and blessings. Circular motion pictures, holograms. Our separate different chosen paths, sanctified beatitudes. Entities, ninety shades of pink. This ill-fated star-crossed romance, innocent lighthearted fun. Triangular arc, your predestined future.

Remember you promised me, I'm dying, I'm dying, please, I want to, I need to be under your skin, I'm dying, I'm dying please, I'm dying, I'm dying please, I'm dying, I'm dying please, under your skin, under your skin

Faith: A vacant space, beckoning unavoidable absence, signs and reminders of your brief existence. Elastic paper butterfly wings, nameless endless divine presence. Calm before, during and after every storm, echoes of what could've should've would've been. X marks the spot where you ascended into heaven. These tears and wandering years of mine flow into your bloodstream. It feels as if the end is drawing near, please hurry up and rescue me. Now is not the right time to cry or scream. Calamity and chaos disappear by daylight. Take back the night and I will be kind enough to help you carry the weight of humanity. Immortality skips our generation. Only Jesus can keep us on the straight enlightened path today and tomorrow. Never again, will we have to be disappointed or say goodbye because salvation is here to stay forever.