Faint traces barely detected
 Last weapon used
 Soul puncture wounds
 Not self inflicted
 And with the night she reaches into herself
 To show you here blackened turnip heart
 Cold blooming skin
 Tampered, perched carefully off balance
 Waiting on the edge of unexistance
 And still the nightmares come
 Silent in her cruel juggernaut head bowed a willows hang
 And still the nightmares come
 Yearning for unexistance
 Doesn't know the shine of the sun
 Only the growing piy in her chest
 Just enougth feeling left
 To miss her