The curtains rises
with the people on the other side...

When I was young there was a grave
a grave with no name with no flowers...

I'll see you tomorrow
in the land of cherries and feathers...

Wings of crystal and light
shine against the sins of the world...

Babies in they're abortion cribs
sucking life out of their bodies...

Tried to write a little song
to make you happy...

Oh baby you look so sad
the tears streaking down you crystal face...

I can hear them
the doctors, messengers of death...

You tasted like ink the first time
I kissed you...

I am quite certain that I am going mad
in this tight air-lock that is my home...

Why can't they see just how funny everything is
how every wisp and every move cause a laugh...

There's nothing more
left inside this little world...