How does she feel
Holding her diploma high...

You pitiful morons
Who love to beg in your title...

Full of suffering because you make me bleed
Planting inside your hateful seed...

Tomorrow cries for me
Because no one else will...

*This one's for all the ladies out there...hahaha*
Monster cramps, red on my pants...

Pretty little knife
I'm putting you away...

It's late at night
But I try to sit tight...

*This is another one of those darkened nursery...
Twinkle, twinkle falling tears...

Just slamming the door
Closes off the rest of the world...

The house is lying quietly
And I'm blending with the darkness...

Crazy bus driver
I only want to go home...

In the grey morning
They dance in the tickling air...