Gloomy Sunday

You're cracked
A broken mess of cocaine & pretty pink nail polish
Lifting your mortal veil of fear you
see there is nothing left for you but this
Lifeless porcelain doll

Gloomy Sunday
I'll dive into your bleeding messy heart
And the orchestra will play
Till you walk along my path

You're pained
With memories of abandoning friends teasing you 'cause
of your staining imperfection, which has
followed you into every life you've
lived (you never lived in your past life)

Gloomy Sunday
I'll dive into your bleeding messy heart
And the orchestra will play
Till you walk along my path

You're plastic
So precious and fake with a cracked fa├žade,
Which not even your makeup artist can fix
& soon there is nothing left to fix
We'll tape you together in a attempt to make you O.K!

A/N: Gloomy Sunday is the Hungarian suicide song.