A darkened path that leads nowhere,
Giant steps that i can't bare...

My great aunt Edith was a worm,
her casserole always made me squirm...

Sister of peace, you lie so still,
Your tiny box you hardly fill...

The life i lead must have some light,
As why else would she copy me...

Don't tell me how to dance my dance,
take over and then say it's all a prance...

One day when life was good and strong,
you came and took us both along...

Do this, do that but never a please,
you treat me like some sort of sleaze...

The day of which i saw him there
The anger in his eyes so rare...