The tragic comedy divine
 Paints the way to peace of mind
 Leaving shadow lovers all behind
 
 Past uncertainties combine 
 Bringing tears to sleepless eyes 
 Memory runs the course of time
 
 Blood runs cold beyond 
 The violet prison
 For violet visions
 And so the broken record plays 
 As you throw us away 
 
 *We're never enough
 
 We're drowning in cliches
 So desperate to love
 We're twisting every word they say
 
 So we sleep through the days*
 
 Within the heat of passions war
 Lust is spilled upon the floor
 Staining red the wasted metaphor
 
 The selfish need for something more
 Claws in vain at closing doors 
 Scarring faces once adored 
 
 Tracing circles in the violet prison
 For violet visions
 And so the broken record plays
 As you throw us away
 
 (Repeat*)