Lately I've been thinking less and less about the world
the flies all die, singing songs and dead birds flying
Nothing ever seems so wrong, I never seem to make sense
I am trying, I am trying
Maybe I just laugh to instigate the things I've done and I feel normal
I must find the rest of pieces left behind
Father's Daughters, seems so binding
Domestic Violence shy and she is crying, she is crying
You've brought me into this dark dismal blackened place, You awful me
Hold her hands so she can't move and make her shut her mouth
Make a mess of my life, restrain for control
Kill her slow Disassemble one by one the ties that bind
He is dying He is dying
You've brought me into this dark dismal awful place, You awful me!