decked out like a doll a figure of fortune mascara'd fastening yr eyes pinned tight shut as they bid to distort you words wrapping round yr smile so loud the childhood knives cut in thru you as they turn cry out at these childhood knives you can't remember who you were
in empty space that once used to careless you in barren blessings that soar down to earth cursing reflecting silhouetting into you a harsh reflaction that is not yours
so loud burn the childhood knives cutting thru you as they turn cry out at these childhood knives you can't remember who you were so loud call the childhood knives cutting thru you as they turn cry out at these childhood knives you can't remember who you were