living in the most mental abusing place 
creating tears of trama 
lifting the spirits of unwanted 
lovely thought of mind 
the mist of distortion 
drips of blood on the webs 
the widow comes to hunt you down 
theres nothing now to do but to be divouerd 
your finger tips tapping 
your waiting for your fate 
your lips are quivering 
in thought of being late 
the fallen angel has warned you 
you didn't listen to her sound 
pain and missori touches you 
only your corpse to be found 
hope of your sorrow i want to tell you this 
the meanings of her words 
something to not be missed
goodbye foolishness love and unwanted fate