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

Trapped... in purgatory, a lifeless object, alive...
Awaiting reprisal... and death...
I said... she said... death will be their... acquisition...

The sky is turning red... return to power draws near...
Fall... onto me... onto er...er...er...hour...
Fall... onto 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... mmm... your time slips away...
Raining blood... Raining blood...


From a lacerated sky...
Bleeding its horror, creating my structure...
Now I shall reign in blood... hhh...