Waking in the morning
staring at the ceiling...

Black tears are streaming
Down my face...

Time for the funeral
Speeches to the dead...

Blah, Blah, Blah
I can't hear you...

The halo on her head
is crooked and dim...

I guess you never understood
how much this meant to me...

Padded walls of white
stained blood red...

Completing the Circle
we all know each other's thoughts...

The cutting
fresh blood...

These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...

One two three
ready or not- here i come...

I hate you
With every breath I breathe...