Dancing to garrucha, strappado

Slave you're lying whore tomorrow she will die

Soft white face staring eyes through the heart

Wait for the call sent from heaven's dead eclipse

Place this clear secret force in the chest of the dying whore her sorrow will ignite the earth

Led to the firmament silently

Face the crying whore tomorrow she will die in court blind

Blind pale eyes fixed on dead clocks to kill the time blind

Low voices

Secret unsung - the song records the voice closed

Opened doors of the dying source

The point guides off to wait and suffer but they dance the blinded

Judgment seeks their name with hurried vengeance for their life of silence

Approved the judge to the jury

Orphan the plus from the minus

Low voices speak

Brace

Psychopathic slut shuts the mouth sewn shut

About to turn dead

Temper the burn

Ignited in turn to kill dead time

Dead clocks unwind

Capturing death

Frayed light fades slow

Pay the parting cost

Burn slow

All will stand cheering for their own death

Turn around face the crowd

Checking out the final taste you will have in the time that you waste in the firmament

Close out the agonized

Foreshadow everyone cheering for their own death

Sent without fear to be taken out

Eyes uncaring

"Do what they say" ignited the way

Psychopathic slut