Lyrics Baby - Silence

Violets are blue and blood is red
I always knew you'd end up dead
You drowned in tears accidentally
Cut your wrists on apathy
You jumped... and landed on your knees

Baby
You practiced hanging by a thread
Baby
My almost living Nearly dead
Baby
From Russia with a nice roulette
Baby
A matching bullet for your head
Baby

A set of pills for every meal
Ten for every itch you feel
You found reality could be bent
You checked out and left for rent
a vacant seat behind the wheel

Baby
You practiced hanging by a thread
Baby
My almost living Nearly dead
Baby
From Russia with a nice roulette
Baby
A matching bullet for your head
Baby