I think her gun's unloaded now.
I guess tomorrow will be after all?
Who made me judge and jury here?
It seems I'm bearing witness to her fall.
What in the world she cries to?
(she keeps her pain as company)
'Cause it's only time before we all must bleed.
Mirrors of her memory
Reflect nothing with
each word she says.
Her views have got me spinning 'round.
I think she's burning alters in my head.