Из альбома: Angel Guts: Red Classroom
A hammer of purple shit
bashes down on your fantasy
fantasy piled upon the fantasy
that maybe now you are free
little boy, can I ever love you enough
little boy, can I face you truly enough
can I ever pat your head gently enough
can I ever smile at you honestly enough
can I keep dread far from your heart enough
no, I cannot
when I am near you
everything everything everything
is worth its cost
your dad told me he has no feelings
now I understand