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!