Lyrics:

She's got too many troubles on her mind
Her father told her to leave, this was too much trauma
For a poor widower's soul, she was a child
She was once happy before she buried him beneath the sand
You can't save her now
She's going to the guillotine
You can't save her now
You can't save her now
She's going to the guillotine
You can't save her now
I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child
But it wasn't mine
I doubt this fairy tale will put me back to sleep
To put me back to sleep
But what the hell
I opened the bathroom door
And there on the floor wrapped in towels was a small child
So they say she was bearing a child when
She was put to death but now
My imagination's going too far
Hear me out, the blame is one to build that road!
So I went to the man in white he said
'Come to the south, you'll find redemption there'
Why the south? I don't know why
But you must trust me

To my former self
This is my scrapbook
I'll paint my walls you'll see me there
I've seen a masterpiece covered in blood
He's a ghost a broken dream
Access my mind make me a believer
I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child
But it wasn't mine
I doubt this fairy tale will put me back to sleep
To put me back to sleep
But what the hell

'Cause the four horsemen of the apocalypse are coming
And they're not bringing flowers
'Cause the four horsemen of the apocalypse are coming
And they're not bringing flowers
Keep me awake, you'll find we have something in common
Keep me awake, you'll find we have something in common
Yes sir