Day out day in
Punching mirrors
She can't take it she can't face it
Wearing the bloody dress
Putting make up in nowhere
Sad sad sad truth
Living like a devil's bruise

Are you there to answer my calls
If you don't just dream about me
Someone you could stay forever
Sick together dying

My glasses are my plastic eyes
With iron ears I hear you scream
Don't worry about life
Maybe you are just dreaming

Strange fascination
For new bodies in the morgue
Looking through constelations
Beautiful funeral in the graveyard

Mama doesn't want you
To abandon me
She just want to to to
Get free