♪ ♪ ♪ I see a window and I'm empty, empty glass ♪ ♪ No blood upon me, only blood before the blast ♪ ♪ What happened to the girls dressed in their sorrowful robes? ♪ ♪ The way they didn't touch me with their fingertips and cold hands ♪ ♪ I see a line of cars and they're all painted black ♪ ♪ They're filled with flowers and empty supplies ♪ ♪ I see the strangers turn and quickly walk away ♪ ♪ They are avoiding me like rats would avoid me ♪ ♪ ♪ I hear the horn consumed with loneliness and pride ♪ ♪ I look inside myself and see my soul is blackened ♪ ♪ My mother's memory is guiding my mind ♪ ♪ It's been blackened, dimmed, black all night long ♪ ♪ No more can I see a picture of reality ♪ ♪ I cannot force this thing ever to leave me ♪ ♪ And if I see a face painted black, black as night ♪ ♪ And if I see the sun block it out from the sky ♪ ♪ And if I see the beta, beta, beta of the beta ♪ ♪