My sweet, fall slowly into the darkness
Take up this dream made in reality's likeness...

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...

With the sting of the blade
comes rushing the blood...

Today i must confess
i owe you no less...

Every morning i wake up with the same routine
every morning the same scents tickle my nose...

The blackest of roses
Grows thorns in my side...

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

Everyday i wait in hope for what could never be
that all the things from my past never happened to...

Hallow laughs and vacant smiles
trying on masks of different styles...

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

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