Sarah knows Knows the words that hurt you But avoids them even when they should be heard Sarah knows That you are dull and spineless Yet she stays by you for reasons now absurd Sarah knows Good at being mother To the helpless heap of nonsense you've become Sarah's good For you but not herself She's crushed and worn beneath your soft and flaccid thumb Sarah smiles Behind her lips her gritted teeth Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream Sarah dies The little deaths that eat away the soul Till she's exactly what she seems Sarah feels That her insides have been flushed out To be replaced with aromatic oils Sarah feels Wrapped up in gauze and sealed inside A mask of stone from which the world recoils Sarah smiles Behind her lips her gritted teeth Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream Sarah dies The little deaths that eat away the soul Till she's exactly what she seems And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes Sarah knows Knows how much she pleases you And makes believe that that is all she needs Sarah knows The razor's edge of sacrifice From which her youth and beauty slowly bleed Sarah smiles Behind her lips her gritted teeth Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream Sarah dies The little deaths that eat away the soul Till she's exactly what she seems And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes