Now you're gone 
I fearbut somehow you're still hereyou did not want to hearbut now 
I do not want to rememberdid not know my name but likedto play this game and thenyou fan the flame 'cause then
I saw your eyes made of amberstop that noiz!you were so afraidyou looked like 
Sharon Tate
I think it was your fatebut no! 
I do not want to rememberthen you broke the spell cried 'help me -i'm in hell' it was your final yell'cause then 
I shut the door of your chamber...do you feel the knife when 
I thrill you?do you feel alive when 
I kill you?fuck me - mind over matter
I knew from the start that you would break myand then 
I fell apart but now 
I do not dare to remembernow you hold my hand say'now 
I understand why death is not theend' and now we feel the cold of december...