Hey Donna, don't be so excited

You fell short of a long shot

Clench your hands, and pray for a new route

So what's his name, and please explain how he holds you close to the blaze and ill fire away at any resemblance that brought a smile to your days

So this is where it all begins, between the sheets my dear

So here's a cliché story about you

Well on your way to a better place where you'll burn with the rest of them

And may you fall, fearlessly to very hands you buried here with those very hands you buried and watched you fall through

This is by far the biggest mistake I've seen you fall through walls built of ash

Within these lines and passages lies the very reason terror burnt the season alive