When I die Lord
Please take my soul by the hand...

Rip me Apart
and Throw Me Away...

Every night
a ritual will start...

My eyes will forever remain
empty, cold, and dry...

Let us bow our heads in prayer
and gently fold our hands...

These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...

The halo on her head
is crooked and dim...

Completing the Circle
we all know each other's thoughts...

Snowflakes falling
from the sky...

You stare at me
with eyes full of tears...

Waking in the morning
staring at the ceiling...

Each of my cuts
has a story to tell...