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

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

The wings of blood
The symbolized hate...

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

Slit by slit
till the marks are colliding...

I believed that you were mine
you'd be with me all the time...

I was the one who
loved you...

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

In these fields
of death and hate...

I walk by your side
to be seen but not heard...

Kill me softly
Nice n' slow...

These fields are my world
my heaven...