Lyrics:

Mary, I'm so sorry that your hands were taken off this crystal ball
Close to Heaven, far from seven angels, they believe you are the lord
Steaming pictures of their bodies
Hunts to feed your vision cold and unbearable

And dark, dark, darkness
Mary's heading for the golden bell
Her coins were not good enough
To throw in their wishing well
In their wishing well
They went to hell


Closed her eyes and
Jumped into the sea of Mr. Loneliness and his companions
But they couldn't keep her there
Her light disturbed the black and grey in their living room
Minutes passed and Gabriel, he laughed
'Your soul is smelling all so wonderful
Mary, you're so beautiful, so predictable'
His hands threw her hair again
And then he left

Dark, dark, darkness
Mary's heading for the golden bell
Her coins were not good enough
To throw in their wishing well
In their wishing well

In their wishing well
In their wishing well
So please come and save me
I'm too predictable
Please come and save me
Mary, you're so predictable