Sick Ceremony

Their little girl said 
Don't tell me how you feel 
You don't understand 
She painted the people 
She disgusted on her way down 
Is a picture of them 
With their faces om it, and it's my fault 

Black roses 
As black as her hair 
White sheets 
As pale as her face 

She crossed her fingers 
And apologised to them 
Then she flew off 
Into the stream 
Went to the light 
Which faded meanwhile 
Into the scratches on her cheeks 
And her raining soul 

Red blood 
As red as her lips 
Oh believe me 
I loved her too much