The passion inside
Has long since died...

Ask me no more questions
Tell me no more lies...

Worries jab my waking head
Punctures from my needle bed...

The blackest of roses
Grows thorns in my side...

Be rid of the blemish that is the Jews.
Leave only the blondes with eyes that are blue...

My sweet, fall slowly into the darkness
Take up this dream made in reality's likeness...

Hallow laughs and vacant smiles
trying on masks of different styles...

This lonely life so full of lies
Is crowded with tears and sorrowful sighs...

Alone in darkness a poor girl sits
Staring into space, trying to find shoes that fit...

Every morning i wake up with the same routine
every morning the same scents tickle my nose...

Todays the day i woke up and knew some thing was...
i guess i only realized because i knew it all...

Trees are growing
new leaves budding...