When she laughed, the hissing lights caught her...
and stayed in her eyes as she began to speak...

Let's end it now,
Before the cold sets in...

She concentrates on her fingertips,
tugging at the hem of her skirt...

We choose our target.
Set a mark...

Shaking hands turn black with poisioned words.
A secret, smeared and staned, that you've hidden...

Such a little baby, crying.
Tossing from the stress of knowing...

I want to see trees,
that spring from the ground...

She walks where the ocean brakes,
along a faulty shoreline...

Oh! What a beautiful boy I know.
His mind so unafraid to be where others' refuse to...

Trapped in a cell,
meaning to simulate natural habitation, in pity...

Left behind by the sunset,
she calmly waits by moonlight...

Each day, same story, different grisly form.
Served by reporters with Barbie-doll smiles...