Oh, you know Julie, that pretty little thing
She's like an angel beyond this bloody hell
Yeah, you know Julie, that girl I used to love
She works so hard, God rest her dying soul
Now let me tell you, the day she went insane (She went insane)
She was so angry, her boss just went too far (Too far ahead)
He turned his back and didn't see it coming
The sharpest knife that she could ever find
The blood was dripping through her hands
The screams were loud, were so intense
And she began to slowly dance alone, with the death
Now I remember, I read it on the news
I heard They took her, she's locked up in a room
So, try to live as hard as you can do it
You never know the last thing you will do
The blood was dripping through her hands
The screams were loud, were so intense
And she began to slowly dance alone, with the death
Let's start up by saying that we have the right to remain silent
But crying is more like a violent attempt to be heard and state what we shouldn't be hiding
Yeah, don't try to get it, it's bad for your headache, let's better forget it, he's dead and she's faded
The quicker you move on, the colder you become, the better you get at it
But what if we believed in deep, unique kind of motives that no one really cares about?
We'd finally find ourselves walking together, under the same darkness
So, what is madness then? Will we ever be safe from them?
Five and Six arise again.
The sinner, the letter, the truth in their heads
The blood was dripping through her hands
The screams were loud, were so intense
And she began to slowly dance alone, with the death
The blood was dripping through my hands, I hope somebody understands...