Burning and burning
Fading slowly to the end...

The wind was calling through the trees to her...

To the sweetest girl that I know, I wish you a...
I hope that all your dreams come true, and a smile...

Tears rim her eyes
Her eyes so clear...

Standing here at the edge of my knife,
Wondering whether this is my life...

I’m trapped.
They’ve finally got me against this wall...

In a room with many friends
She feels like she’s alone...

If you were told you had but 25 hours to live,
What would you do? What would you say...

All I want is to stop this cold,
That makes me feel so alive...

I see a girl, hiding on the floor
I see an innocent look in her eyes...

Tear these walls down,
That surround her soul...

Macbeth is a tale about murder
A story of death and deceit...