Golden hair and clear blue eyes,
the pretty face that's full of lies...

Before me I see a pretty face,
It's pale and beautiful, full of grace...

You think that you care, you really do,
But what makes you believe I'd think twice about...

What is it about death, that scares us so much?
Is it because it's not palpable, or something we...

I laugh at your hair, your stupid little face...
A waste of air, a waste of space...

A little music box, free of scorn,
sits by itself, alone and worn...

If there were such a thing, would we ever know?
Would our clothes look different...

Why won't you play this game with me,
I'll ask just once I swear...

Please stop It's heartless teasing,
It's temptation and carelessness...

In a nutshell, life's unfair.
Boring, hopeless, full of despair...

Trickling down, refusing to cease,
it seems I've found my best release...

Cold, wet, never stopping.
Always changing, dripping, dropping...