What would you do when all you love is lost
What becomes of you when your life is the highest cost
Who will be there to save you when you come to the end of the road
And the path begins to crumble
And your soul begins to tumble, down, down, down...
Who will be there To grab your hand
To care if you drown in the bloody waves that stain your clothes
A secret blood that you only know
Crimson stains of the victims whom you've shown
The sight of the veil
Which is why I am speaking this sorrowful tale
But all things must come to an end, good or bad, happy or sad.
Just like me, everyone believes I'll live,
but I won't.
Now you see me,
now you dont.