i will never marry my love
i will die waiting for the bells  [bad word] pull me underwater
i have nothing left to fear from [bad word] 
i was gifted at music
i was born the day the year was new
someone has stolen all the water
i keep the pills inside an urn

lord, show me my daughter
show me her before she burned

we go walking in the hallways
now and then a record gives a tune
sometimes we hang from our chambers
baudelaire in the afternoon

the yellow rose is a stranger
the devil's invitation in bloom

i stand looking at my chamber
there are many things upon the floor
the blade is ready for the slaughter
the virgin mary hangs on the door

i will arrive at death's border
take back the cover god has torn from me

i am at the river with baby
her father enters with a leap
hold her head above the water
she is pale against the stream

i am the horse beneath his daughter
he is the mountain underneath