She walks on the path towards the scream
Empties her life into the stream
Crawling on the ground begging for forgiveness
Never able to know who bares witness
She dropped her knife before the cut
She screamed but her mouth stayed shut
She clawed out but no one could save her
Taken now by her savior
Torrid etches deep in stone
You’re resting now at your final home
Her name engraved above her head
Having a pulse but she’s still dead
The moon cast a light into her soul
Her hearts beating warmth even in the cold
Her breath went dense because of the daemons
Blood dripping out of her vein through the four seasons
Trees changing color like her age
And old woman now decrepit and deranged
Torrid etches deep in stone
You’re resting now at your final home
Her name engraved above her head
Having a pulse but she’s still dead
A life wasted she knows it’s true
Everything’s useless that she’s been through
Never did shit for anyone
Now they wont do shit for you
So go to sleep now as soil rains
Upon your body, forgotten remains
There’s no use to shout because nobody cares
Your memory floating away as air
Torrid etches deep in stone
You’re resting now at your final home
Her name engraved above her head
Having a
pulse but she’s still dead
