You look so sweet as you look through me,
Pulling puppet strings and dancing in the wind,
Why does it have to be?
Can anybody see that she's diseased?
Smiling rotton teeth,
Speaking only through my loss of words,
A martyr with no cross, philosopher,
Empty in her throne, a cage becomes her home,
Laughing at the tears,
And dancing with her fears,
You look so sweet, what have you done to me?
Pull away the mask and watch her disappear,
Does it have to be coming over me?
Can the lambs be freed, before she comes to feast?
Smiling rotton teeth
and seeping through the burdens of my scars,
Her shadow turns away,
leaves her empty in her grave,
A martyr with no cross,
She's found a special place,
An angel lacking grace,(she's found a special place)
A doll without a face, (her shadow turns away)
Laughing at the tears, (pulling puppet strings)
and dancing with her fears, (in shadows far and near)
Setting with the sun,
and crying when it's gone,
Is it any surprise at all?
You built her up for the fall,
When the world comes tumbling down
won't you wish it was you who had drowned?
By: Daniel Hansen
Sept. 6/01