Going around the lost and empty world, you and me are silent as we dance around our own feelings. My dream of being free is cut by the rope that wraps around reality and fantasy, make me soundless to see the face of my true love in death. Round off the list of my sins and cut my lips off to silence more from spurring out. You don't want me to stay hear my song of gentleness so I'll make sure that my voice is the way you like it. Truly deep and soundless. I'll rise against this but I'll always be cut off by the rope tied around my neck, bending me and making me a slave. Let's start this death run and tie us together as we go fight against myself in hell. My voice will sing more in this silence, I'll be the legend of this night. Mama, papa forgive this sinful daughter and pass on. I'll be there soon to join, tell Nana and Papa to wait no longer as the rope snaps against my neck.