Hey Donna, don't be so excited
You fell short of a long shot
Clench your hands, and pray for a new route
So what's his name, and please explain how he holds you close to the blaze and ill fire away at any resemblance that brought a smile to your days
So this is where it all begins, between the sheets my dear
So here's a cliché story about you
Well on your way to a better place where you'll burn with the rest of them
And may you fall, fearlessly to very hands you buried here with those very hands you buried and watched you fall through
This is by far the biggest mistake I've seen you fall through walls built of ash
Within these lines and passages lies the very reason terror burnt the season alive