You've torn this
pretty page in two
and your mouth
is spilling detrimental
ambiguity

And can you
stop before
the tears start
Or will you persist just to
feed your hungry pride?

You've broken all our
happiness-on-steroids
And all I wanna know, all I wanna know is,
did the sound make you want more
did the blood taste good on your hands

I bet you're thirsty for more
Well come and eat the flowers in our garden
And at least we
had the strength to hope, even after
you told us it was a fairytale

Can you open up
your mind a little bigger, just this much?
Can you open up
your eyes a little bigger, just this much?
Open up wide, the coffee's long overdue

And yet with the grip
you've got on our world
with our wrists,
the last thing you could stand to
listen to is "I hate you daddy."