Tears drop Another face Another confrontation How can one so small So timid Speak up so strong Hiding from the man of power A man who's loved by the one surrounding Her Impaled On the rusted iron turning wheel Go around go around She lets the ones out from inside Come out come out Be me be alive And the struggle's between Personalities two and three Little gray little girl Watching desperately For the coming of the giant killer bees Touching her He touches her As he says he loves her Hiding in the room Surrounded by the guilt gifts Given to her And she thinks of joshua Number three The fuzzy brown bear How it will rip his heart out Rip his fucking heart out End of the good sister God's child number two To the pits of hell With this man who violates her Her only chaotic sanctuary Is the coming of the giant killer bees To save her To fly away To the place Where the sweet music plays And the tears still drop from her face This is god's way Is this god's way . . .
