She's got too many troubles on her mind. her father told her to leave this was too much trauma. For a poor widower's soul. 
she was once happy, before she killed him and buried him beneath the sand 
God cant save her now she's going to the guillotine 
Her soul can now be forever torched but her body will remain here with me... 
So I guess you can say I love a corpse but thats just insane 

I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child but it wasn't mine. I doubt this fairytale will put me back to sleep, but what the [bad word] .. 

I opened the bathroom door and there on the floor wrapped in towels was a small child 
so they say she was bearing a child when she was put to death but now my imagination is going too far. 
So I went to a man in white to ask for help. 
He said move to the south to find redemption, why the south I don't know but you must [bad word] me...Then the man in white fell to his knees... 

To my former self this is my scrapbook 
I'll paint my walls you'll see me there 
I've seen a masterpiece covered in blood 
he's a ghost a broken dream, access my mind make me a believer, 'cause the four-horsemen of the apocalypse [bad word] and they are not bringing flowers 
keep me awake, you'll find we have something [bad word] 
yes sir