Father, now listen close
You have become another ghost
Just like me, just like me
Now flowers fall from your glass
A bitter taste, the girl is back
In dancing lights
Dancing lights, flowers fall
A bitter taste, the glass if full
An empty hand
Dancing lights, flowers float
Bitter taste, the glass is full
An empty hand
An empty set of colors crawl
Through the door and to the hall
The knife is dull, the knife is dull

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