Woorden: Trans Siberian Orchestra. Beethoven's Last Night. Misery.

There is a child and she sleeps in the gutter
Don't close your eyes and she's easy to see
She is not your child, she's always another's
And those you abandon they are left to me

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me

Listen now closely and hear how I planned it
Please let me tell you just how it will be
She'll feel the pain but she won't understand it
She'll think it's her fate but will know it's me

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me


So let me know, have I been clear?
That I will magnify each cut and every bruise and every single childhood tear

I'll pick her scabs, cripple a hand
Push a finger in each wound I make
Now tell me, then do you understand?
Do you understand? Do you understand?
Do you understand? Do you understand?

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me
With me? With me