If You Want To Be Safe, Walk

If You Want To Be Safe, Walk In The Middle Of The Street.

I Am My Heart's Undertaker. Daily I Go And Retrieve Its Tattered Remains, Place Them Delicately Into Its Little Coffin, And Bury It In The Depths Of My Memory, Only To Have To Do It All Again Tomorrow.

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?

Life Is Not Like Gloomy Sunday, With A Second Ending When The People Are Disturbed.

And If I End Up With Blood On My Hands, Well I Know, That You'll Understand, 'cause I Fight Like A Girl.