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| When letting my eyes gaze over the wall/That hours before had looked oh so fine/I realized that fingerpainting the lot of it all/Was to be considered the most hideous crime. | |
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| Then I examined my fingers, the stains of red/Which sight made me think even more/If upon planning the art in my head/I Should have questioned the use of gore. | |
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| Gaining my last insight I trembled with fear / It drove me to deeply regret what I did / Killing the nanny had been a foolish idea / For my diapers just filled with shit. | |
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