Kicking me in open sores
Blood and sweat mixed in my pores
The pain from this can kill in ways
But worst of all, the endless days
"Do unto others," it once was said
A thousand times drilled into my head
And I wish I was dead
And I wish you were dead

Stepping over invisible lines
They don't exist, they don't exist
She'll sit and listen to the echoes
But she'll never hear this

Some girls hurt their friends
And some girls hurt their mothers
And some girls hurt themselves
By hurting all the others

Promises - heaven feels like this
Promises - mean more than a kiss
And I'd rather die than wake up alone tommorow

Stepping over invisible lines
They don't exist, they don't exist
She'll sit and listen to the echoes
But she'll never hear this

Oh, would it be like this if she prayed again?
Or is it always the same, staring at the rain?

Stop your laughing...

Stepping over invisible lines
They don't exist, they don't exist
She'll sit and listen to the echoes
But she'll never hear this

He screams for her attention
As he jumps from roof to roof
His insides twisting wicked
His word his only proof

Just one thin second

-- The Curtain Society, "One Thin Second" (August, 1988) --