Lay still for me my broken dove,
Let the crimson stain your wings,
Lay still for me my fallen love,
Wring my hands with poisonous stings.

Blonde hair twisted in infinite springs,
Reaching up towards the skies,
In the heavens the moon boldly sings,
That all these words are LIES LIIIIEEESSS!

These strange people all mix in the same,
All claiming silently that they all are sane,
But what is the problem with being insane,
All of this bullshit is merely a fucking game.

Actions on the TV seems to influence the fear,
Watching all the love and shedding tear after tear,
Then all the blood spilling,
And the cavaties filling,
Make the crimson killing worse.

List the names of the players,
Of the Harmony of the world,
Then list all the biggest slayers,
That ever enter your fading world.

Tee hee. Just some anger-management.:P