The curtain's closed
No way home
The nectar of [bad word] dry
These tainted words
Made to hurt
Cut in me with it's knife

Eating my mind
And with each bite
I'm begging "Please Lord, no

This plase is a mess
The one has gone

Lovesongs, they kill me
They kill me...Now
Love songs are killing me
Are killing me...Right now

Trained to attack
Bull eye shot in black
I never thought they'd get me
These pictures in my head...
Lying in my bed...
These whisp make me bleed

I can't hear the sceneries
Of constant tragedies
Of what I meant to feel no more
'cause I'm already dead
And I just cannot bear
To hear another word no more