"Have you ever done this before?"
"I don't know. Have you?"
"...I want to with you."

Sweet, sweet pain
Like a thundercloud
But tears are rain
Full fists slapping, thudding, banging
Wanting not to be weak with woe
Empty hands - she's on the floor
On the floor she slams her hands
Like thunder it rings in her ears
Slapping thunder splashing in the puddles of her tears
Lungs heaving from the crashing, dying dreaming that was ripped from her heart while still beating

Now there is a hole inside
Where the ghosts and demons hide
Whispering white, wilting words of woe

Hungry, ugly, crunchy things
Horrible, nasty, perverted things
In her head, her mother whispers, "Spreading like a whore"

Weeping, wilted, pile heaving
Weeping, wilted, pile heaving
Weeping, wilted, pile heaving
Weeping, wilted, pile...

Weak with tears and dead from dreaming
She wanted to be wanted
Wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more
She wanted to be dead
Wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more
She wanted to be wanted
Wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more
She wanted to be dead
Wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more
Wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more
Wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more
Wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more

"Silencio... silencio... silencio... no hay banda."