Faint traces barely detected 
Last weapon used 
Soul puncture wounds 
Not self inflicted 
And with the night she reaches into herself 
To show you here blackened turnip heart 
Cold blooming skin 
Tampered, perched carefully off balance 
Waiting on the edge of unexistance 
And still the nightmares come 
Silent in her cruel juggernaut head bowed a willows hang 
And still the nightmares come 
Yearning for unexistance 
Doesn't know the shine of the sun 
Only the growing piy in her chest 
Just enougth feeling left 
To miss her