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You keep my locked up in my padded cell.

Pop cycle references are put to my lips.

Flashes of flowers, and ponies, and rainbows...



Am I supposed to be impressed by all this?  (yeah right)



Blue eyes-blonde hair, I'm your typical girl.

Take me shopping and out to eat then you've won my heart.

Until I've blown all your money to hell and beyond...



Then I wake up to tear your little soul apart.  (too bad)



I've learned not to accept what my eyes give to me.

Lying little maggots in your frozen Hell.  (freezer burn)

Rip the nails from the wood, your bleeding fingers burn.

Broken legs from that long way you fell.  (your crippled soul)



My eyes are dull and lifeless, but what did you expect?

For me to be happy from your propaganda ways.

Sure, my brains are dead, and here is my heart.  I don't need it now...



That I sit here and watch you...counting your days.  (good bye)



Sprinkling you over the ocean to keep you hidden.

They'll never find out that I'm the murdering one.

So hush now, it's our secret, the secret I forgot.



What's sad is no one even knows that you're gone.  (oh well)



I've learned not to accept what my eyes give to me.

Lying little maggots in your frozen Hell.  (freezer burn)

Rip the nails from the wood, your bleeding fingers burn.

Broken legs from that long way you fell.  (your crippled soul)