On the lake at dawn She contemplates the next move It's always left to her To figure out what to do In her reflection She sees what she regrets Much to her dismay She also sees what lies ahead She knows who she has to hurt Who she'll remember in a song She's pretty sure but hopes she's wrong She's pretty sure but hopes she's wrong She's pretty sure but hopes she's wrong Death is heavy in her hands Holds it high above her head Lets it plunge into the water She is through with bloodshed She is through with bloodshed