So down so low
i want my blood to not flow...

I sing a tune
with a fast beat...

My heart has felt no love..
caged up hidden from feelings...

Standing in the middle of the street
my hair down, my eyes bleeding dark, black mascara...

Seventeen years
many tears...

Where have you gone
and who has kidnapped your skin...

The expectancy of survival is zero to one
you are so blind, what have you done...

Live for today
not for tomorrow...

You are so vain
you scream to hear your voice...

Stress
the hot blood flows through my veins...

I do not speak for fear my voice will not be...
like a whisper taken from the wind, i will not be...

In the midst of winter, the ground swallows us up.
The sky is grey and the birds fly south...