She drove all night thinking of what she'd done
The blood on her hands has brought her to her knees
One by one curse the sun to a moment of pure collapse
Indeed I saw her kneeling at the statue beneath me
With tears in her eyes, I slit her throat
The debt is paid for the mistakes you've made, lost and an unwilling
Spirit for which I could pine
Waiting for velvet sky
And hope was left dying
She woke to find every thorn buried inside her eyes, forgetting to speak she said
Too close for comfort, she said
Too close to the grave
Disrobe this girl and make her grave in a sacred place in their hearts where she can lay dead just like my heart
Burn down the building rising from these ashes, let's save tomorrow, lift your dead hands
Lift your hands high