I can't see with an angry soul Makes me sick. I can't think straight I fall apart when I think of the world Think of the world I'm in Once in a paper doll world I felt the pain of a summer Porcelain skin that the sun would soon hurt Such were the pains of my wanders Poor little girl with a sunburn Poor little girl with a sunburn Once as the shadows drew near Branches were cracking like fingers My little light got caught in our fears Those were the fears in my dream, dear As for my trembling, white fingers As for these trembling, white fingers I can't see with an angry soul Makes me sick. I can't think straight I fall apart when I think of the world Think of the world I'm in Kill her right now You'll regret it if you wait It's over when it's lost Sell me the secrets of love In a pint of blood I can't see with an angry soul (I can't see with an angry soul) I can't see when you're angry I can't see when you're angry I can't see when you're angry I can't He killed now We can still remain so wonderful We could be Rapsey in talking form from now on Don't hold on Just give me something to swallow It's best to dance while it burns If it must burn If it must burn I could be anything wonderful