Drip, drip, drip.
My soul spills out onto the floor.
My heart lays open, never beating forevermore.

Drip, drip, drip.
I lay cold in red water.
Who knew I was that lamb heading for the slaughter?

Drip, drip, drip.
My eyes open wide, though unable to see.
How is it possible that this happened to me?

Drip, drip, drip.
The warmth of darkness encircles, beckoning.
The last glimmer of light, death is shunning.

Drip, drip, drip.
Blue and ghostly, my body lays slain.
But I see the golden gate, now I'm free from shame.

Drip, drip, drip.
Who knew this endless sleep would free my soul?
Who knew death was all it took for me to feel full?


Drip, drip, drip...