Everyone turns to face my way
do with such scared looks on face
in silence they all look at me
the boy on aluminum bicycle
stops dead in his tracks.
With such a sad look on his carousel face
But they're hollow-white inside
I let out a horrible scream
Well I guess this is it, yeah today is the day.
Then the bike then the boy, fadaway
from the streets that we make
That I know is still here, That I know is still fake
She's up on the hill on the cliff where we live
Leans up over the edge with both her arms outstretched and I clutch both her hands
As the world comes to end
But her body just shatters like glass
Her porcelain face in my hands
Alone in the dark I collapse