She waits , she waits , she’s wasted .
A force , but calm inside .
A wilting form thats calm inside .
Beware of forms who’re calm inside .
Who gets spanked into that trap ?
Watch night comes and you’re the nun .
Who stands for her ?
The rain has come .
Soon you’ll wait for shelter from the storm .
Blast this trap and this place plus all my cold bones .
I'm shaken , im not talking the noise
(nor finding a way)
Back in back in the time it took to fall into this trap
(Its true its true)
I should have run from that den .
A cursed life is complicated .
Soon you’ll pay for your crimes .
Soon you will be in a sad report .
And its not going to burn you .
Forward it back into coal .
So you wish , but no ever notices the sound .
Till you wake up .