The somnific songs she sings to me
I awake to a world of vivid fantasy
I'm a broken marionette in this field of holiness
A world without tears and the feel of loneliness
A world made of paper without flaws and trepidation
Where all feelings of pain and sadness undergo inflation
As the soft melodic winds caress my thick skin
They whisper in my ears that depression is a sin
Enticed by the masterpiece of the black sky
She sings to me of my deceit, your life is a lie.
