The River was full as I rode into town A ballerina danced from a hole in the ground and all of the suicidal children waved Cause they saw her knife and they saw her blade and all of the gloomy children smiled for she was the mother of sorrow
I knocked on the door of the wooden hotel and an eyeless young man answered my call and all of the neighbors stared and groaned Cause they saw my hope and they saw my gold and all of the ballerinas twirled cause they are the mothers of sorrow
I was shown my room on the 18th floor, and a ballerina danced from a hole in the wall
Sorrow
The eyeless young man locked me in my room As he bult a ballerina from my hope and gold And all off the eyeless children smiled As they saw her dancing into my mind And all of the ballerinas twirled for they were not the only ones hypnotized