The turn of the century is where it lyes,
the truth that falls will never die.
You walk along an echoing street,
afraid of the one you will soon meet.
The drip of red, a fading lie.
a wish, a cry, a wounding why.
A tare of flesh and the loss of sight,
a scream that shrieks all through the night.
As cold as death she's still awake,
one last breath for heavens sake.
Time will stop while she is still,
her soul will soar but where's her will
