I can't see with an angry soulnMakes me sick. I can't think straightnI fall apart when I think of the worldnThink of the world I'm innnOnce in a paper doll worldnI felt the pain of a summernPorcelain skin that the sun would soon hurtnSuch were the pains of my wandersnPoor little girl with a sunburnnPoor little girl with a sunburnnnOnce as the shadows drew nearnBranches were cracking like fingersnMy little light got caught in our fearsnThose were the fears in my dream, dearnAs for my trembling, white fingersnAs for these trembling, white fingersnnI can't see with an angry soulnMakes me sick. I can't think straightnI fall apart when I think of the worldnThink of the world I'm innnKill her right nownYou'll regret it if you waitnIt's over when it's lostnSell me the secrets of lovenIn a pint of bloodnnI can't see with an angry souln(I can't see with an angry soul)nI can't see when you're angrynI can't see when you're angrynI can't see when you're angrynI can'tnnHe killed nownWe can still remain so wonderfulnWe could be Rapsey in talking form from now onnDon't hold onnJust give me something to swallownIt's best to dance while it burnsnIf it must burnnIf it must burnnI could be anything wonderful