The Ballerina

I've been waiting for one year to release this one...

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

Wooden footsteps echoing through a haunted hallway

Make my way all the way to the top of the rickety stairway.

In my minds attic it begs me to stay

I open the door and push the junk out from of my way

And make my way to the toy chest in the room just about mid way

I step a little closer and see some dresses hanging from the arch way

I look out the window but the window is covered by blood spray

In it are finger prints of a smeared happy face

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

I hear a melody silenced from with in the toy chest

It was jealousy that led them to their final rest

I kneel down in front of the chest looking for the singing present but its locked

I reach for it and it opens just from my presence and I balk

I stare and I gaze I am so happy

All the pain she caused deep down inside of me

Saving the memories for all eternity

A reminder of what used to be trapped in me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

Mutilated body parts as the raven taps me

He looks down as I look down somethings gurgling in my tummy

I'm salivating hyperventilating I must be getting hungry

Like a needle in the vein it really stung me

But the tune is still playing  I need to stay focused

Oh I remember her she begged to be choked quick

I push her parts aside digging through the dried blood

That one is bloated must have been the one that died in the flood

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

Body parts falling out on the floor later I will have to clean and scrub

Maybe I'll just take a bath with them in my grandmothers cast iron tub

Hair follicles and nail particles that would make for a good bar be Que. rub

I continue sifting through looking for the music

There it is right on top the chainsaw when did I last use it?

I think I'll start it up carve another one up or maybe just set it aside and polish it

The small ballerina dances in circles little does she know

That soon I will bite her head off just as soon as I finish this flow

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

I get undressed and spin circles with her close to my heart

We are laughing we are dancing  soon her head will part

I love dancing with my ballerina by ourselves in the dark

But it will be light soon and my day I will have to start

So I close her lid again and cover her back up in the toy box

Put the body parts back in so they don't get dirty from the dirt and rocks

I get dressed with everything including the sweater 

That I made from their hair it makes me feel better

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

I close the door behind me and walk back down the stairway

I brush my teeth I comb my hair I no longer look scary

I walk out my house the neighbors they all are staring 

I get in my car I don't get far there's a cop siren blaring

I turn off the keys they approach me and say please step out the ford fair-lane

They pulling me they tugging me by my collar

Little do they know that they have just pulled the hair of my victims

Careful officers I hand made this sweater with my bare hands

Right after I chopped off their fair hands

And it all starts again I hear the music and get hungry again

I wake up and then wonder when will I be able to dance again

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me

When will I awake when will I begin to see

The pain that she speaks the pain that I see is the pain she besets on me