Here's a tale about death and dying,
About anguish, despair, alone and crying...

Why won't you play this game with me,
I'll ask just once I swear...

A little music box, free of scorn,
sits by itself, alone and worn...

Golden hair and clear blue eyes,
the pretty face that's full of lies...

What is it about death, that scares us so much?
Is it because it's not palpable, or something we...

In this dark and fearsome world,
There's one place I feel at home...