For the sake of survival
get out of my mind
If you want me to live
You’ve got to leave

Peculiar how a little love affair
Can rip and tear

All drugged up on pens and paper, I foresaw

a time of love would end
A triumph for you
a massacre on my end

My blooded daisies
little girls will pluck
Taking their lives
and spoiling their luck

Love grows, dies and lies,

Beneath the earth.