Hush my precious,
Don't you cry...
A total eclipse...Absence of light...
The sun is fading into the dark...
He dialed
911...
You're feelin' sick, 'cause
your stomach is sprawled all over thin ice...
Lying in my own pool of blood,
feels like heaven in this crimson mud...
You're begging me
to throw up all my beliefs...
I am your last second
The moment for your escape...
I walk around here alone
I pace back and forth...
She picks up the pen in her trembling hand
And she writes for as long as her body can stand...
Week one week two,
Week three week four...
Two enemies oppose each other
In these crucial times of war...
There never is a question Why
to fights my obligation...