Twins born
From each other torn...

How does it get so hard
that you have to cut so deep...

A second attempt at eternal sleep
The cord is in her hands...

The Statue
She looked up at him, her eyes full of tears...

"Like the shadows themselves, I glide in the...
My pelt as dark as pitch itself, my golden eyes...

"Yes, I can see your eyes and the way they...
Do my curious ways exite you...

A second attempt at eternal sleep
The cord is in her hands...

How does it get so hard
that you have to cut so deep...