broken dreams of flyin birds dirty hands on skinny arms just hanging down her shoulders like a deadly young old tree and a bit of blood rollin gently down her nose on the floor the princess strikes the pose say goodbye to angel dust the only angel that you trust dirty fingers on her hands doin stuff that she can t stand opening doors don t want to see and closin one she wanna be broken wings by the real world princess diving on her own on the floor the princess strikes the pose say goodbye to angel dust the only angel that you trust the floor is cold her blood too hot the pain could go just with one shot sleep little princess one last caress one last pearl of blood rollin on your world so slow she almost touches the rainbow sometimes i do wonder