I want to swim away but don't know how |
Alone in darkness a poor girl sits
Staring into space, trying to find shoes that fit...
My sweet, fall slowly into the darkness
Take up this dream made in reality's likeness...
The blackest of roses
Grows thorns in my side...
The passion inside
Has long since died...
Ask me no more questions
Tell me no more lies...
Worries jab my waking head
Punctures from my needle bed...
The blackest of roses
Grows thorns in my side...
Be rid of the blemish that is the Jews.
Leave only the blondes with eyes that are blue...