In a dark and silent, dimly lit room
I am sitting awaiting my doom
I've ran out of time
And all there was... was a crime.

My pain is fogging
my hope is running down a stream
In the color of red, made from blood
Mixed with tears, it begins to flood

I sob and shout without a sound
My thoughts make one last round
Before I found the peace I crave
Every night while the battle raged

I'm drifting away. I can feel it now
As the pain...it leaves, as I hit the ground
All my worries now say goodbye
As the broken angel returns to the sky

In the dark and silent, unlit room
I'm lying, saved by my doom
I've ran out of time
And all you see is a crime