In the depths of an abandoned soul 

A cold throat in search of oxygen 

Her pale body lost in surreal movements 

And shivering hands reaching for reality 



The echo of her thoughts never made it outside 

These chambers of corroded anxiety 

No one will ever comprehend 

Why some of us were left behind and broken down 



Wishing for another place that holds another day 

As fear saturates my eyes 

A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies 

I sigh 



The distant warmth of a weakened heart 

Resists against the chains that tear her chest apart 

Her shoulders seem relaxed in spite of the pain 

Calm and waiting for a world which will never be the same 



Her life written on the walls in chalk and coal 

Words that tell of her last dance with sanity 

There's acid on the scriptures of her mind 

What have they done to her...what has she become? 



Wishing for another place that holds another day 

As fear saturates my eyes 

A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies 

I sigh 



Waiting for another world that holds another chance 

The sun sets before my eyes 

Though their shadow's binding me I find some kind of light 

Inside