Sitting and watching the gracefully falling snow
Seeing my little town sparkling and aglow...

My scars posses a beauty that you could never know
because they all represent the truth that lies...

Looking out my window
watching the world go by...

Beethoven has tricked me
he trapped me in his rhyme...

Be rid of the blemish that is the Jews.
Leave only the blondes with eyes that are blue...

Worries jab my waking head
Punctures from my needle bed...

Ask me no more questions
Tell me no more lies...

We were baffled as to how we could be rid of the...
We'd surely have to go about it in a unique way...

Preparing all day, but mostly set in for battle
Readying the horses by putting on their saddles...

While on my porch lackadaisically standing
Lethargically looking out from the landing...

It slowly seeps into my skin
it is like ice over my soul...

Ensnared, a prisoner of my love
trapped in a love i thought from above...