Are there still pictures hanging up on a hook
In a room with a candle and a bed that once shook
Are there wrappers of beauty preventing a birth
Covering the floor with the sin of the earth
I'm sorry I'm the man that broke my heart
By taking the beauty away from the art
I am my own sin, I dwell in it well
Welcome to the world, my personal hell
One day the beauty met a beast.
At first the beast seem to be everything the beauty wanted.
Then the beast showed his true self.
Now what she thought she gotten,
is all a illusion.
Yet she stay with the beast.
Now the beast is caged.
The beauty is no longer visible to our eyes.