She's alone in darkness, diseased by her will to live
Salvations coming closer, her arms outstretched to give
She sees an angel in the sunset
A column by the sea
Kneeling before her idol, a nightmare her disguise
She sees the fingers pointed at her, hate burning in her eyes
Her light is a dying whisper
Eyes like a burning cord
Acting on the moment
Our cup has overflown
Waiting for her martyr, scapegoat mentality
She's wrapped inside her vision, so deep she cannot see
Her skin lies beneath the altar
Her machinery lies exposed
A hand upon her neck
A stranger wears her robes