| «Daddy,» she has your eyes | 
| And when she grins you can only realize | 
| The guilt she manifests so deep | 
| Inside you | 
| That your thin veneer of catechism can no longer hide | 
| The voice you hear | 
| Her secret pain | 
| As she digs the shiv into her placid veins | 
| Now she has your eyes | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| But she can’t yet realize | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Your ever wayward eyes | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Will be her demise | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| You slipped into another, forbidden | 
| Took her for the ride, you’ve ridden | 
| Hoping to let her deep inside your disdain | 
| What was it that drove your feign? | 
| Into another’s arms, into another’s bed | 
| When all the while your young one waits up in dread | 
| What was it? | 
| Was it something she did? | 
| What was it? | 
| Was it something she said? | 
| Writhe and burn | 
| Father you were | 
| She dances in the moonlight | 
| Collecting drops of the earthly dew | 
| Celebrating her exit | 
| From the benign sense of self she once knew | 
| Raising her heavy glass | 
| (Raising her heavy glass) | 
| Her cup now spills on her skirt | 
| And as she cuts her knees in the dirt | 
| She prays for the hourglass to flip and reverse | 
| Now she has your eyes | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Something you wanted, you wanted | 
| Writhe and burn | 
| Father you were |