Am I a part of Schindler\'s List?
Can I feel complete and utter bliss?
O screeching Hamlet, here we go again
The blood on my T-shirt spells pain
You make me feel like a screeching halt
As the piano sings the blues
I don\'t want to feel things, for things are complicated enough
And why are the walls filled with pain?
For the softness of the sheets are rare
And my body feels like another coke
Splattered on the wall,
For coke is the real thing
Splattered on these walls
Can you see the colors of my envy
Shouting out at you?
Such windows spare my adversities
For you are the black crow that lives
May you spare my melody with a shotgun
While breathing deeply at me?
Oh such pain fills the walls with envy
Such stunning images come to mind
For human bodies soil into one...
I linger in the dreams of you
Two introverts, two tides, two loves
I\'m sinking in deep ocean fruit
Where is my soul alas?
Deep in desperate and dark dreams
Romance seems a mile away
Long, long is the journey that waits;
It\'s so unusual
That nobody wants to be in my garden
For I am a nice girl, for I give away roses
I cannot expose this dream myself
It\'s not very subtle
But it\'s quite charming,
O screeching Hamlet, will you take my soul and eat it?
For someone as disturbed as me
Is quite a delicious treat
I run upon the walls of confusion
Into my sturdy tenderness,
For what is sturdy tenderness
Without confusion?
This is absolutely gorgeous
The pages float like air
And I feel stone cold inside
Do I know who I am
In a moment like this?
For the crow is gorgeous, I can see its flesh
As huge waves of scenery
Makes us feel like slaves,
Do you see the flowers hanging
From the clouds?
My bones move your bones
In the deepest scenery
With our thoughts
For thoughts unwind...
And when will the snow fall upon our souls once again?
O screeching Hamlet, you are my Shakespeare
That has fallen from grace
And the diamonds on your face
Spell pain,
What is pain?
And what is it doing in our house?
I simply just don\'t understand
For pain is the story of my life...