My room is red and blue 
Underneath is where I dwell 
Proclamations of sin ensue 
Bargaining the broken gates of hell 

Somewhere in this eternal life 
My mother’s sanctuary is frail 
Whereupon moments are broken through strife 
My fathers pain blossoms from rage

To have the origin of sorrow 
At your doorstep means to conceive an end
Though this end may not be tomorrow yet
Today, I shan’t be your friend