I care for the rose, dripping in vermilion scent
It sits so withered, dying without streams...

Thoughts like flowing waterfalls
Rushing throughout my head...

The small, insignificant hand
Slides down the protective glass...

Floating towards the igniting melodies;
I stand, perspiring, in a pit of nobodies...

And there sat, my heart
Clay painted with purple patterns...

Why are these crystals
Dripping down my face...

Immaculate, I wipe the knife
Another scar, the second time...

He's my best friend
My blood, pumping through my veins...

A shadow around my soul,
A brick, a shield, a force...

Ring, ring goes the phone
I know it's of my current fear...

(Him.)
Cuts on the knees of independencies child...

Suicide Lullaby
The drum’s beat thumps...