And there's no remedy for memory,
Your face is like a melody,
It won't leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me
That everything is fine
Everytime I close my eyes
It's like a dark paradise
I sleep with scissors under my pillow,
because you never know when they are coming.
When you tear out a man's tongue,
you are not proving him a liar,
you are only telling the world that you fear what he might say.