Wake up little girlnWe're running out of timenI know that you've been runningnOn a long, lost linenThey cut your tongue in piecesnDenied you any rightsnThey burned you with their secretsnAnd taunted you to bitennYou never fear the darknessnThe light will only seenThe struggle you've been intonThe gashes on your kneesnThe chains of filth and achingnThe barbs of sufferingnThey almost seem more beautifulnThan this lifennJust let her sleep. On a bed of wild rosesnSeems peaceful to me. Thorns pierce her skinnAs I kiss her goodnight. I kiss her goodbyennI never know, so tell menThe colour of your eyesnIt turns all red and scorchesnEvery time I ask you whynFrightened of the truthnOr can't I recognize the lienCan I ever find the courage?nTo conquer this and…nnJust let her sleep. On a bed of wild rosesnSeems peaceful to me. Thorns pierce her skinnAs I kiss her goodnight . I kiss her goodbyennDo I wear the mask of your enemiesnThere's no echo of this sorrowed landnThe scars are buried deepnAll your trails so many yearsnStill hunting for the things unknown to mannnJust let her sleep. On a bed of white rosesnSeems peaceful to me. Thorns pierce her skinnAs I kiss her goodnight. I kiss her goodbyen