A Pale Moonlight Through a Cellar's Broken Window Video (MV)

Fed to wolves
Of angry mouths
Funny how simple words
Can turn your insides, out

I am a witness
I am a victim
How could I ever be

My pale skin
Under the moonlight
In a cellar of Eden
Became Eve to the devil's eyes

I am a witness
I am a victim
How could I ever be the same
Gritting my teeth
Biting my mouth
Whatever sort of monster that I am

Smoke filled up my lungs
Coming from my head
A factory of memories
Of half-forgotten nightmares

How could I forget?
How could I erase?
My soul still carries
That bitter painful taste

As some kind of token
A monument of self torture
To always remind me why I've always felt so broken
And why I always will