Sing for me little pritty one, sing for me...

Sing for me my pritty, for I own you. You can never hide, you can never run, but you can get away from me. Watch me as I bind you to me and make you mine. You silly little man, you think you can satisfie me with the silly phantom, with the death of the Phenix, but you can't, you will always be mine, mine and mine alone. You are like a child in a sircus, frightened by the crowd. I look at you while the rain falls in the day of monday. You can never escape. For I will never give god his angel, for then, it truly would be, Hell down here.