i was sure you'd come too late
we all pay you lip service
then address our prayers to fate
and do i dare believe you'll reach
how she'd chosen the grave
we were dumbstruck at the sight
like coming out of a coma
all she asked for was more light
torn from the devil's grip
from the clutches of fear
i can hear her dead heart beating
how she'd chosen the grave
and never dare believe your reach
can make the dead start blinking