Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history, revealing thoughts of Ms Terri
In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlots life

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)

Free, pardoned by the flame
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets

In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)

Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but her pulse remains

Places, People, the stage is set
(X2)

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her at her skin
(The trouble began, it would never end)

Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret
(The trouble began, it would never end)
(X2)