• To grasp the glass of red liquored water
    To cleanse the mind of ones slaughters
    To turn to rose ones countenance
    To follow life’s ordinance
    To drowned ones fathers
    To shrug aside ones bothers
    To show ones obedience
    To strip yourself of your brilliance
    Swirling anguish, Sipping lies
    Silly girl, you Russian fly
    A perfect angel to pickled bride
    All you do is run and hide
    All alone locked inside
    All day you cry and cry
    Letting all your life slip by
    Hurry up if you want to die
    If you think today is just another
    There can be no other
    Her Only mother
    Are you willing to make her suffer?
    At the hand of that unholy water