Old Men Walk the Streets

Old men walk the streets
Little ladies cry
A skinny girl learning how to laugh
Blood on my window
a splinter in my eye
Then I hear you tell me
I have to pay a fine

Children on their knees
their eyes to the sky
They aren't afraid, time will soon die
Moths in my suitcase
a serpent at my ear
I hear him whisper
telling me his lies

We've been going on
for such a long, long time
I feel the pain, there's a need for me to die.
Open my window
and flush out my eyes
Then I will see this world
from another side