Adaptive Divide - Sweet Rebecca Lyrics

Oh, Rebecca please
Will you comfort me?
I think that something has infected my dreams
Oh sweet Rebecca
Only 17
Didn't know the implications of 18
Oh little Rebecca
Five for a child
Oh sweet Rebecca
Innocence gone vile
Oh little Rebecca,
Comfort me
Oh please, I beg
Come see me
Vicious saints are standing by
Waiting for the change in a child eye
Traumatic sentiment will cement in her
Oh sweet Rebecca,
Tough as leather
Soft as melon
You are a felon
Oh sweet Rebecca
Comfort me
Oh sweet Rebecca
Come see me
Blinding saints are waiting by my door
I'm clutching your spirt
Don't let them start a war
If I were to lose you
Well, what can I say?
Something in the sentiment will cement in me
Sweet Rebecca
This is how it goes
Into the ground like we where told
Oh sweet Rebecca
Your murder was swift
You went in the night
A state I'll surly miss
Oh sweet Rebecca
Come comfort me
Oh sweet Rebecca
Please come see me
You wouldn't go quietly
I am not at peace
The murder of Rebecca
It's unsightly
Oh sweet Rebecca
Oh sweet Rebecca