• She sits on the stone
    And seems so alone
    She's crying for help
    But you sit on your throne

    You can't hear her wail
    But it feels like hail
    It pounds on your head
    And caves in your mind

    The noise it's not there
    But the pain it remains
    It grows more with angst
    And the hail gets stronger

    You are breaking down
    You need help right now
    That girl she still weeps
    And you know it
    Yes you feel it
    Oh it hurts you
    And your hands grip

    How much can you stand?
    You ask yourself
    No one knows the answer
    How much more will she...
    Will she weep...?

    Those rain clouds above
    They float in mid-air
    Yet they seem to fall down
    But they dont drop an inch

    It surrounds your veiw
    Only one thing you see
    It's her on that stone
    Weeping with misery

    You try to get up
    To stop all this pain
    But she won't let you free

    How much can you stand?
    You ask yourself
    No one knows the answer
    How much more can she...
    Can she weep...?

    You fall on that throne
    The crown on your head
    Compulses and drills
    Into your mechanisms

    Confusion takes over now
    Your veiw clouds up into darkness
    Yet she still remains in your sight
    Glowing like a light

    You've been breaking down
    Now that help shall find you
    That girl she starts sniffing
    But you hear it
    And you know it
    Oh, it feels good
    And your mind lets loose...