You didn't want to leave The past alone That's why he had to come Like a threat carved in stone You doubted his existence Though he was alive That's why he'll take revenge With a sharp little knife Be his victim Should he call He's the writing on your wall The whisper in a room of gla** Just like a dream That will never pa** You really want to die In a slimy world of honey Not willing to change Anything with all your money? But the pain will be The internal quality And your bones the ashes Of your fatal vanity Be his victim Should he call He's the writing on your wall The whisper in a room of gla** Just like a dream That will never pa**