It gets worse in time you lose a little every day. Drain the black from your lungs but the sickness never goes away. Say your last rites, it's a feeble little crutch. She says "not matter how much I bleed, it's never been enough". You lay at the sick bed and you cry all through the night. You made the leap of faith but you didn't quite land it right. Try to hold some water to her dried and cracking lips. She tries to lift her head up but she never takes a sip.

And I'm going to wake up to the rising of the tide. There's no need in locking in doors; we're leaving everything behind. And I will take your burden and I will make it mine. Mother superior, brother inferior, the world will always take what is dear to you.

Down at the resevoir all the waters are running red. They lay the children down and never come back again. Crying like Mary, as the knife goes. Wait for the cup of suffering to make the rounds again

Now you cry and scream and you kick at the wall. Sorrow makes children of us all. Takes you down when you walk so tall, breaks your knees and makes your crawl. With dried tears on your respirator, tried saying prayers, but nothing saved here. I hear that heaven is full of ash. The worst things always happen so fast.

And it's mother superior, brother inferior, black the walls and torch the interior. Find the ones you love and hold them near to you. Pass me the knife and I'll show what I mean to you.