She's called something, some people say...
She'd tell you lies no one else but you would believe
But her voice is as soft as sweet as enchanting as you'd never heard of
You'd drift in her ways before you know it
and before you know it, you'd believe her,
and before you know it, you're lower than ever before...

Down here everything is dark,
you'd forget everything you've ever believed in...
Down here there's no sense of mind...
you've lost yours somehow too...
She stole yours...
You'd believe so... maybe you plate it and handed it to her freely...
who knows...

But down here you'd want to crawl back up,
yes, crawl cause she stole the ladder too...
and there'd be no energy to shoot and jump...
or shout...

Silence...
Then you come out...
Try to forget...
Until she comes again...
Call me deluded...