Текст песни Purple

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are
rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING wanting
not to be weak with woe empty hands-she's on the floor
on the floor she SLAMS her empty hands like thunder
it rings in her ears slapping thunder splashing in
the puddles of her tears lungs heaving from the crashing
dying dreaming that was ripped from her heart while
BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy here,
on this clean tile floor. Now there is a hole inside,Horse - Purple - http://ru.motolyrics.com/horse/purple-lyrics.html
where the ghosts and demons hide,
whispering white wilting words of woe,
hungry ugly crunchy things,
HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS.
in her head her mother whispers "spreading like
a whore". weeping wilted pile heaving.
weak with tears and dead with dreaming,
wanting to be wanted and wanting nothing more.