Paroles de Sick Ceremony

their little girl said don't tell me how you feel you don't understand she painted the people she disgusted on her way down all there is left now is a picture of them with their faces on it, and it's my fault black roses as black as her hair white sheets as pale as her face she crossed her fingers and apologised to them then she flew off into the stream went to the light which faded meanwhile into the scratches on her cheeks and her raining soul red blood as red as her lips oh believe me I loved her too much I have been taught to believe in a force of light, a guiding light. An endless light, one with never failing helpers. I was told that the light surrounds me with love and peace and harmony. But, what now? What about the lies? What about the hurt? This force must have caused that, too.