Kill me, kill me, kill me again with the knife that twists my life away Hear me, hear me, hear me once more As I read the lines of fabled lore Leave me here on the broken floor As you resurrect your battered soul Are we afflicted? No... we are blind...
...of open wounds and bleeding hearts The journey begins as we drift apart...
The time has come - we die again What we possess will be our decline It hides with me as I toss the key How great thou art! How great thou art!