In the depths of hell she sinks, with each passing second.
As more and more she thinks, with each passing second.
The thoughts go deep and thoughts go wild, with each passing second.
Cuts go deeper and the beat goes mild, with each passing second. As she lays there, finally its over its done. Her sight goes darker, with each passing second.
As she gasps her final gasp, and sighs a relief, she hears a voice, calling her out, begging her to stay .. getting desperate .. each passing second.
