She's beautiful again with her sunday dress on the floor,
He looks at her and smiles,
Is she everything he bled for,
And there's a chance that she could wake up feeling beautiful,
If he spares her and she makes it out alive...
The crowds go back so far,
They come to watch him burn.

She listens to his songs,
Such intoxicating lies,
He washed his dirty hands the moment he set eyes on her.
But still the only thing he believes in now is killing innocence,
And the bottle in his hand tells of his life,
And walking through the crowd,
He knows that she saved him from hell,
If now she could only save him from himself.