This liquid enlightenment solves even the problems of the deepest kind Knife is on the table and noose attached Bottle is open but the misery remains There are things they couldn't know Friends all gathered he is still alone Atrocities that followed carved a cross to heavy to bear Darkness grew greater every single day behind that friendly yet empty stare Investigations have been open since she left us far behind We wonder why she is longer around Some say she has crossed the borderline Chill is felt when passing the chair that moth-bitten blanket hid Stairway down to the invisible one still unfixed like the trace of the struggle: "Weep... your sobbing won't affect me now Suffer... It is merely music to my hears Turn your back on me Is that the best move you could do? Pretending is over now I don't give a fuck about you" We know why she is no longer around But on whose hammer did she die? -Mine We won't see her ever again