She was born in 1617
She takes the glides of wind
Always chasing her dreams
She was a tortured soul in pain
She whispered this dark refrain:
"You are not alone so never be afraid
We are the cold and beautiful
You are the blue insane"
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs and runs away
Sometimes she makes herself known to those unawake
And the maiden spoke in stuttered streams
As if her soul was dead she spoke of... NOTHING!
She is the infinite
She is the deranged
A sound rips the blood
Of the unfortunate and pained
She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain
her redemption never came
And she slowly went insane
Sometimes she whispers in my ear:
"There is nothing to be afraid of"
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs
And the maiden spoke in stuttered streams
As if her soul is gone she spoke from the land beyond
And the maiden spoken to me
Sometimes she whispers in my ear:
"There is nothing to be afraid of"
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs
And the maiden spoke inside my shattered dreams
As if her soul is gone she spoke of the land beyond
She was just another system slave
Just another system slave... being led to the grave
She takes the glides of wind
Always chasing her dreams
She was a tortured soul in pain
She whispered this dark refrain:
"You are not alone so never be afraid
We are the cold and beautiful
You are the blue insane"
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs and runs away
Sometimes she makes herself known to those unawake
And the maiden spoke in stuttered streams
As if her soul was dead she spoke of... NOTHING!
She is the infinite
She is the deranged
A sound rips the blood
Of the unfortunate and pained
She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain
her redemption never came
And she slowly went insane
Sometimes she whispers in my ear:
"There is nothing to be afraid of"
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs
And the maiden spoke in stuttered streams
As if her soul is gone she spoke from the land beyond
And the maiden spoken to me
Sometimes she whispers in my ear:
"There is nothing to be afraid of"
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs
And the maiden spoke inside my shattered dreams
As if her soul is gone she spoke of the land beyond
She was just another system slave
Just another system slave... being led to the grave