- Darling,
why do you look like a drowned doll?
- Mommy, I drowned my dolls. They did the same to me.

They tried to be perfect, their mirror became their addict.
I drowned them, "let them drown in perfection", I thougt, "it's their own infection".
Several years later I heard from slayer
That Saylor Lake, was haunted by ghosts in the shape of dolls, searching for a fake
In the night they came, their faces haunted by the perfection that would never be the same
Dead and rotten as melted plast, singing trough their none-existing mouths "we found you at last"

Mommy, they wan't to do the same to me,
They will drown me in Saylor lake!
Mommy, they are after me,
They blame me for discovering that they're fake
[Perfection doesn't exist]

The cry over and over, telling me it will soon be over
Dolls are not flawless, I scream, and I see how their faces turn into sadness
Vomiting water, envying the skin of their daughter
There are dolls at Saylor Lake, to recover their perfection they'll do whatever it takes
Perfection is impossible, it's not all. But all they see is if they still are skinny and tall
We are now reaching the part of the lake called Lunetta, and all they whisper about is vendetta

Mommy, the waters over my head,
They keep crying for perfection
Mommy, they'll not let me go until I'm dead,
They tell me I was their only infection
[I showed them what they really were]


- Why did you drown the dolls?
- No-one is perfect. Something dies in the search for perfection, it's your soul.

Mommy, under the water I'm crying,
They are making me one of them
Mommy, with water in my lungs I'm dying
They say, listen to the silence
[It's the silence of between life and death]

There are drowned dolls pretending to be humans but they are fake.
Their souls drowned in perfection, their bodies drowned in water.
I am walking with drowned dolls at Saylor Lake