AN: My brain is crazy.

A child mourning alone

in a cemetery full of zombies

who does she think she's crying to?

decomposing ears don't listen

not even when her tears seep deep down to moist their lips

I think these bars are too tight

I'm claustrophobic in this cage

I wanna get free

but I cant find that stupid key

I think confusion swallowed it

who does she think she's crying to?

that shovels taller than she is

who does she think she's digging for?

do you really think deaths much better than here?

its all the same in the end

a broken heart hurts just as much when you're dead

Where's the key?

I'm gonna tear open ironies stomach and pull it out

Oh, her eyes are melting out

in rivers of black ink and black tears

its painting lines down her face

hit bottom, buried treasure

a broken heart hurts just as much when you're dead

flip the knife open and carve a little heart

let it scab and drab and bleed

crusty little memory

I wanna get free

oops it fell off again

how long can I keep sewing these arms back on

I'll have to drag them along the ground on a thread

get that little heart all dirty

where is irony

I want to kill her

spill

decomposing ears don't listen

who does she think she's crying to?

We're all just playing on Satans web of corrupted tears