All these pretty pictures
Painted in my blood...

One man stands by the warmth
Of the cold winter snow...

I’m locked in a room
My blood runs cold...

Pictures from the past
Together in a photograph...

I did something bad today
I stood up and looked at me...

So you let this become you
The river of hate swept you away...

I am not one of you
And I don’t give a s**t...

Why do flowers drop their seeds and then they die?
Why do beggars ask for forgiveness just like I...

Thoughtless minds thinking thoughtless words
Voiceless mouths shouting for freedom shut...

I saw you there
Too docile to care...

Moon shadows they dance
Upon a young child's face...

Butterflies and bunny rabbits
Asleep in their shrouds...