"Punk rock should mean freedom
Liking and accepting everything that you like
Playing whatever you want
As sloppy as you want as long as it's good and has passion"

In his nightmare, black rain fell and clogged their first kiss
Now suffocating, she dies in his arms
Now their love is a floating ghost
As she turns into ashes and the wind
Sends her crumbling
Into the setting sun
Her love was a vampire