Like in hell
He sprayed that wash away
With powder
Like the spring for making water from snow
I have read your room
I can, insisting coward
While you drown
Remaining insects in your own
Nest
Tell me
Are you happy?
Tell me
Are you happy?
Like in hell
He sprayed that wash away
With powder
Like the spring for making water from snow
Liquid courage building up
Before the storm
While you draw your own reflection in the cold
Winter dust
Tell me
Are you happy?
Tell me
Are you happy?
Tell me
Are you happy?
Tell me
Are you happy?