Drip my voice with a honey-sweet smile,
porcelain perfection at its peak...

Drip my voice with a honey-sweet smile,
porcelain perfection at its peak...

So many half-drawn pictures litter the floor,
testifying to what you've left behind...

I know you'll never read this,
but I'm so forced to get it out...

I guess this is the end,
I pray to God that there is more...

"Smile;
the bullet's already in my head...

Take a step back now,
look around at the streets...

Watch the kite fly to the air.
Like you, just ever so high...

Rise so sweetly in the air,
Float across the earth's skin...

Watch the planes pull in and out...
Lovely birds of metal, eating the air...

Silent tears upon her face,
Misting rain plays in ringlet curls...

I'm living in this dark cave
with a few lights here or there...