Ophelia drowned in the water
crushed by her own weight
Hitler loved little blue-eyed boys
and it drove him to hate
birds always grow silent before the night descends
'cause nature has a funny way of breaking what does not bend
a hero's torso built of steel and novocain
his heart a bitter beat inside a bloodless frame
there was a hole inside his soul a manicure could not fill
so he found himself a whore to love
while daisies choked in the window sill
we've made houses for hatred
it's time we made a place
where people's souls may be seen and made safe
be careful with each other
these fragile flames
for innocence can't be lost
it just needs to be maintained
(Čini mi se da bi najmoralnije bilo uzeti svojim rukama njihove peraje i umrijeti tamo, na onoj plaži u Tasmaniji.)