I'm inside the pages writing some
Scenes from a dream
'bout passion and loss
There's a woman dressed in black
Like in grief
Crying her loss
Time pass away
She's wondering why this stain
Cause so much pain
She lies awake
To let the memories take control
And show her the way
To get out of the cage
Hoping to never get up again
Descent of death
The guilt of killing the other
The pain of the loss of the other
Simple minded - Double personality
Now her memory links the images of the crime
She knows why it happened in her life
'cause it wasn't the first time
It happened once
Now and before
She's alone again
The guilty is on her hand
The blood left a stain
Her heart can't stand
It wants more
Just once more
Of death she's a descent
