Lately I've been thinking less and less
about the world the flies all die,
singing songs and dead birds flying.
Nothing ever seems so wrong,
I never seem to make sense.
I am trying, I am trying.

Maybe I just laugh to instigate the things I've
done and I feel normal. I must find the rest of
pieces left behind.
Father's Daughters, seems so binding.
Domestic Violence shy
and she is crying, she is crying.
You've brought me into this dark
dismal blackened place,
You awful me. Hold her
hands so she can't move
and make her shut her mouth.

Make a mess of my life, restrain for
control. Kill her slow Disassemble one by one the
ties that bind. He is dying He is dying. You've
brought me into this dark dismal awful place, You
awful me!