visible in the white snow
are poisonous bugs
the will of god
bring death to the world
spare nobody
a farewell
brought about by the hands of an angel
the doll that was presented as an offering
oblivious to this fact
it knocks on the door
knock knock knock knock
if you don't like it
you can trade it
but what's no good is no good
too bad, what a pity
knock knock knock knock
visible
in the fathoms of love
are fleeting dreams
the will of god
bring death to the world
let it be known by none
a deceit
fabricated by the hands of an angel
the doll that was sent
wearing an innocent smile
it knocks on the door
knock knock knock knock
i can let you in
but you haven't a heart
what's hopeless is hopeless
too bad, what a pity
whoosh whoosh
howls the blizzard
the end of the world
a snowstorm of poisonous bugs
you and i
are small bugs alike
so
hey
before we disappear for good
let's play for a while
let's play tag
and run around in circles
the doll that was presented as a gift
listens to whatever it's told
ready to buy
anybody's excuses
i want to open the door for you
but there's a raging white storm outside
no one is alive
knock knock knock knock
the inorganic doll
all the time in a businesslike manner
it knocks on the door
knock knock knock knock
knock knock knock knock
knock knock, and it broke