Broken glass, a shattered smile,
open wounds a bloody pile...

Before me I see a pretty face,
It's pale and beautiful, full of grace...

Golden hair and clear blue eyes,
the pretty face that's full of lies...

Before me I see a pretty face,
It's pale and beautiful, full of grace...

You think that you care, you really do,
But what makes you believe I'd think twice about...

What is it about death, that scares us so much?
Is it because it's not palpable, or something we...

I laugh at your hair, your stupid little face...
A waste of air, a waste of space...