Woorden: Tori Amos. Strange Little Girls. Raining Blood.

Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death I said she said
Death will be their acquisition

The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, fall into me
The sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules, abolish the rules
Made of stone

Pierced from below
Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many
Now ornaments dripping above

Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood, raining blood
From a lacerated sky

Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood