The Girl Who Was...Death Lyrics
                                  DON'T TRUST HIM
                                      WHEN HE TURNS HIS BACK
                                      HE LOOKS AT YOU.
                                      DON'T TRUST HIM
                                      WHEN HIS EYES ARE CLOSED:
                                      HE STILL LOOKS AT YOU.
                                      I FLED, I FLED
                                      DEVOURING THE SPACE.
                                      BUT THE SHAPELESS BULK
                                      WAS CHASING ME -ENRAGED-
                                      BREATHING MY FOOTSTEPS,
                                      UNSATED WITH KILLING ME
                                      SLOWLY,
                                      NAILING MY INCANDESCENT THOUGHTS
                                      ALONG THE BORDER
                                      OF INSANITY,
                                      IN A PLACE WHERE
                                      A PROCESSION OF FLESHLY NUMBERS
                                      SLIDES INCESSANTLY
                                      INTO THE IRONIC WATERS
                                      OF THE COSMOS
                                      SEEKING TO REMEMBER
                                      THE SENSE
                                      OF THE IMPOSSIBLE WORD:
                                      ESCAPE.
                                      "WHO ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?
                                      WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"
                                      A LIGHT? "A STAR"
                                      A BOAT? "AN INSECT"
                                      A PLANE? "A FLYING FISH"
                                      "I'M LOOKING AT SOMEBODY
                                      WHO BELONGS TO MY WORLD"
                                      "THIS IS YOUR WORLD,
                                      I AM YOUR ONLY WORLD".
                                      I CAN'T REMEMBER
                                      WHEN THE FOG
                                      -UNRAVELLING
                                      THE REAL AND INEXPLICABLE
                                      CONTRADICTIONS
                                      THAT CROWD TOGETHER
                                      THE HUMAN BRAIN LOBES-
                                      IMPRISONED ME
                                      IN THE SPIDER'S WEB
                                      OF THE ONE WHO TOUCHES
                                      THE MINDS OF THE MAD
                                      CURBING AND CHURNING
                                      THE CONFETTI OF THEIR THOUGHTS.
                                      "WITHOUT CORPSES
                                      THERE'S NO WAR
                                      AND WITHOUT WAR
                                      THERE'S NO VICTORY,
                                      MY DEAR!"
                                      I WILL NOT BE PUSHED,
                                      FILED, STAMPED,
                                      INDEXED,
                                      BRIEFED, DEBRIEFED
                                      OR NUMBERED!
                                      -NIGHTMARE-
                                      WELCOME, MY FRIEND!
                                      HERE WHOLE GENERATIONS
                                      OF GHOSTS
                                      HAVE RAISED
                                      THEIR EYES AND WINGS
                                      EACH MORNING
                                      TO UNBOUNDED SPACE
                                      WITH THE INNOCENT JOY
                                      OF CRYSALIDS
                                      GREETING
                                      THEIR FINAL METAMORPHOSIS.
                                      AND IN THE EVENING
                                      THEY'RE DEAD AND DROOPING
                                      LIKE LIFELESS FLOWERS
                                      SWAYED BY THE PLAINTIVE
                                      WHISTLING OF THE WIND.
                                      YOU MUST LEARN, WE ARE ALL PAWNS
                                      ON THIS HOPELESS CHESSBOARD;
                                      YOUR MOVE!
                                      "MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW MY FACE,
                                      BUT WELL YOU KNOW MY NAME
                                      -MY NAME IS DEATH"
                                      DRESSED IN WHITE, SMILING,
                                      THE GIRL WHO WAS DEATH,
                                      AND LOVED ME SO MUCH,
                                      DESIRING TO BRING ME BACK TO HER,
                                      THE ONLY WAY OUT.
                                      TO NO PURPOSE.
                                      "WHY ARE THEY TRYING
                                      TO KILL ME?"
                                      "BECAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW
                                      YOU ARE ALREADY
                                      DEAD!"
                                      FACE TO FACE,
                                      SHUT UP
                                      IN THE CAGE OF TIME
                                      THE MAN AND I
                                      JOINED BY FATE
                                      IN THE DEGREE ABSOLUTE,
                                      THE CHALLENGE
                                      WITHOUT RETURN MATCH
                                      WHERE THE PRICE TO ONE IS:
                                      LIVING,
                                      AND PAIN TO THE OTHER IS:
                                      NOT DYING!
                                      THE MASK! THE MASK!
                                      I MUST TAKE OFF
                                      HIS MASK!
                                      NOW! NOW!
                                      BUT JUST AS VICTORY
                                      SEEMS FINALLY
                                      TO FAVOUR ME,
                                      AND THE UNKNOWN
                                      PERSECUTOR APPEARS
                                      -FRAME AFTER FRAME-
                                      IN A SLOW INSTANTANEOUS
                                      ELECTRIC SHOCK,
                                      HERE IS MY CONTORTED FACE
                                      TO REVEAL, SNEERING,
                                      THE FINAL DRAMATIC
                                      DECEIT.
                                      WHEN VICTIM AND HANGMAN
                                      EXCHANGE ROLES
                                      THE TRIUMPHANT FREEDOM
                                      OF A THOUSAND DREAMS
                                      EVAPORATES
                                      IN THE REALITY
                                      OF A NEW INCUBUS
                                      -ONCE AGAIN-
                                      MADE OF
                                      SMILES, MASKS, LIFELESS CONFETTI.
                                      BE SEEING YOU!
                                      WANDERING THROUGH THE CATACOMBS OF LIFE
                                      DESPERATELY I PLUNGE INTO THE WHIRL.
                                      WANDERING THROUGH THE CATACOMBS OF LIFE
                                      SLOWLY I FALL INTO THE WHIRL OF
                                      -HELL-
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
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