Planted barbwires in the brain
Strain the roses while you can
Empathy is out of this world
For it will never come back again
Share your friendship, kill my soul
Kill the wildflowers, stab my heart
Punch the walls and scream real hard
For you don\'t have a soul anyway
Flame the fire that flames the soul
Black is darkness, and white is coal
I often wonder if you know
Just how crooked and wooked you are
Oh please understand
You are the evil man,
Stars collide because of you
Because your heart is a wicked scheme
A dying meme, nonetheless;
Oh what a story out of the blue
For the clouds cannot see the rain
For you are a mystery to one\'s demise
Take your books and burn them in hell
And why don\'t you add yourself to the mix
For you shall die astray
The planted barbwires in your head
Seem like they can burn lightning...
What is the meaning of your life
With your funky glasses and hair?
Douche, douche, touche, touche
You hairy little liar, you suck;
And your sixty years of yearning
Makes me want to grieve some more
I can hardly stand you
But are you at liberty with your face?
All in all I am appalled
By the liberty of the human race,
For Trish the ish
Is a dying fish
I beg you to be scold
And sixty years and counting
On your borrowed face,
A perfect egg omelet seems cheesy
I wander abroad on this darling case
For the mystery is in the book next to the library,
And I wonder about the vault you have stolen
For wise words aren\'t trapped anywhere
Kiss me now in my ghostly presence
For I am no longer here...