Minefield
Damn minefield
That made me afraid
To step again on the grass

Oh dear nobleman
I'm high as hell
I'm dead on my feet
Oh, damn pocketknife

Perplexed through a prism
Reflection of a reflection
Looking ahead
At a half-broken mirror

With no face to say
Hello, how are you?
Trapped in the cell of a plain
She wants to kill me

She's a rose in every way
Following every step I take
Stirring my iris
Until my eyes can see color

Muscle spasms
I don't know what to say anymore
Words vanish like people
Legs locked around the neck

On a day when you just know
That as soon as you wake up
You'll have the worst day
Of your life