Hitler liked blue eyes
His were brown...

I think this is the last
That my heart can take...

Could these be tears of joy?
Or are these tears of pain...

The airs so thick
You can see the pain...

Head on my knees
I shed a turquoise tear...

Bury me beneath the earth's soil
And leave my crumbling plastic heart to decay...

Pass through a day of feeling completely out of...
Even corners haven’t direction...

One day will I come home to
Eternal devotion tenderly seeping through...

Ears listen no better than mouths can see
So I'll lose myself to a world of flare fantasy...

Reflections of dizzy sickness and merry-go-rounds
She longs to feel alive again...