Through the pendilum as it swings
deeper does its agony ring
to abate my happiness
as the abyss seems to progress
proceding in on beauty at rest
watch the magic fade away as she bleeds
follow the reaper where he leads
mental armagedon sees all in flight
while beautys unrest lays into plight
guillitine counceling as it swings
like a puppet with broken strings
as the wound begins to sting
beauty watches while the good start to die
but she wonders why no one will cry
heaven insane in her cyanide eyes
silenty as beauty begins to die
