Anything is what she is,
Anywhere is where she's from,
Anything is what she'll be,
Anything as long as it's mine,
And the door it opens,
To the way back in.
Or is it,
The way back out.
Anyplace is where she'll see,
Anyplace she'll see you from,
Lies and secrets become your world,
Anytime, Anywhere, she takes me away.
And Death climbs up the stairs one by one,
To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son.
Point me to the sky above,
I can't get there on my own,
Point me to her graveyard,
Dig up her bones.
I have seen the demon's face,
I have heard of her deathplace,
I fall down on my knees in praise of the,
Horrible things that took her away.
And Death climbs up the stairs one by one,
To give you the rose that's been burnt by her sun.
Point me to the sky above,
I can't get there on my own,
Point me to her Graveyard,
Dig up her bones.
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