The bricks of the house she escaped
Glinting like red blood in the sun...
Death note, note of death
Heartbeat and dragon's breath...
A Knife Is Pressed Against Your Throat
As Blood Runs Down Your Neck...
Finding my way, I try to look back
All I can see is nasty and black...
A chill in the air, a thumping heart,
i came so far for a fresh start...
Standing here alone,
my heart hard as stone...
The heart grows heavy,
With tears I'm holding back...
A little boat
on a placid sea...
She was never pretty,
She was never liked...
It's not because it's Sunday morning
That there are tears now in my eyes...
Inside my soul a graveyard lies,
strickened to a drab scenery...
My heart sinks back against my spine,
As to my fate it's here resigned...