I really hate your face.

Despise! No, Loathe! With such distaste!

I spit at the feel of your name on my tounge!

So to say it, I will refrain from,

speaking in lyrics, I see is my fate.

I've broken the rules, enough to drink Fate.

Let my blood swirl, and mix with the water.

It used to be cherries, and now it is mortar.

Laugh with me now, as I walk through empty doorways.

The darkness so sweet, such saccharine lies,

beneath that twinkling grin.

Trust not my own heart, for I feel myself sink in,

into the madness.

How cheerily I skip to my defeat.