before the words are spoken
before the eyes could stare
enough to say 
enough to lie
before the words are spoken
i have sined
so now you tell me where you go
before the words are spoken

because i can hear you die

sometimes in the machine 
sometimes beneath the ground
beneath my self

before the night and the day
has fallen
before the moon and the dark
has nearly fallen
before the pain turns to black
and life stolen 

sometimes in the machine 
beneath the ground
sometimes under my skin