Broken glass, a shattered smile,
open wounds a bloody pile...

In this dark and fearsome world,
There's one place I feel at home...

Here's a tale about death and dying,
About anguish, despair, alone and crying...

It hurts to frown,
to always look down...

Let's go for a ride,
not stay in and hide...

As I lay me down to sleep,
I find I can't and simply weep...