She was hanging in her mind,
Hanging from her old last guitar string.
For the last 6 days she's been trying to pass off
as a fling.
All the doctors and nurses
just told her "there is nothing we can do!"
You're now part of the dead!
You will never be left now all alone"
Black sheets, turning around
All the dreamers of new
Refute, all you know of years ago.
Closing theirs minds
All the dreamers never knew
Refute all you know of years ago
when there was still blood running through her veins
She was wearing her scars
like medals in the war to be me
There is nothing that stands out
like a tremor in the calm of the sea
all the people at home
just told her "there is nothing we can do
you're not of the herd
I don't wanna catch you singing in the choir"