Father, laughing at my tears...
drinking at the fears...

Kill me softly
Nice n' slow...

I watch with a smile
as my life flows down the drain...

Sniffing up this line
I do it all the time...

Slit by slit
till the marks are colliding...

Look at the porcelain
So fragile, so lovely...

I was the one who
loved you...

To love is to hate
For it brings only sadness...

The wings of blood
The symbolized hate...

These roses are dead
these violets are too...

These fields are my world
my heaven...

Triumphant angel
wrapped up in chains...