She was born in 1617

She takes the glides of wind

Always chasing her dreams

She was a tortured soul in pain

She whispered this dark refrain

"You're not alone, so never be afraid

We are the cold and beautiful, you are the blue insane"

Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs

And runs away

Sometimes she makes herself known to those

Unawake

And the Maiden spoke

In stuttered streams

As if her soul was dead

She spoke of nothing

She is the infinite

She is the deranged

Her soul drips the blood

Of the unfortunate and pained

She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain

Her redemption never came and she slowly went insane

Sometimes she whispers in my ear

"There's nothing to be afraid of"

Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs

And the Maiden spoke

In stuttered streams

As if her soul was gone

She spoke from the land beyond

And the Maiden spoke to me

Sometimes she whispers in my ear

"There's nothing to be afraid of"

Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs

And the Maiden spoke

Inside my shattered dreams

As if her soul was gone

She spoke of the land beyond

She was just another system slave

Just another system slave

Being led to the grave