So, this is your life This is your world In a lullaby to a ghetto Where you murder boys and girls
Ashes of a butterfly On a blood-soaked wand Painted, all decorated Absent and missing Like secret dreams And, broken promises Like all our dead And thoroughbred
Let the absence of life begin To form an ash And diamond lake Revisionist, rust-torn and red Black sun baked
Frank eyes never lie They weep and shine With that emptiness Feral inside them That mirrors can't define
Don't look to God He's turned away Savaged by the smell Of the first of seven days
So, this is your life This is your world In a lullaby to a ghetto Where you murder boys and girls