Lately I've been thinking less and less about the worldnThe flies all die, singing songs and dead birds flyingnNothing ever seems so wrong, I never seem to make sensenI am trying, I am tryingnMaybe I just laugh to instigate the things I've done and I feel normalnI must find the rest of pieces left behindnFather's daughters, seems so bindingnDomestic violence shy and she is crying, she is cryingnYou've brought me into this dark dismal blackened place, you awful menHold her hands so she can't move and make her shut her mouthnMake a mess of my life, restrain for controlnKill her slow disassemble one by one the ties that bindnHe is dying he is dyingnYou've brought me into this dark dismal awful place, you awful me!