The waters of a motionless town br Seem to stand on pause br Like the lion hunting it’s prey br Readying up it’s claws br Out of the darkness with a tip of a blade br Into shadow with the smirk of the dead br With eyes so dark, eyes so cold br Twisting and turning inside a head br Blood is rushing out of the palms br Gushing and pouring into a swirl br Taking a shape, taking a form br Creating innocence, a little girlbr br Joey Nissenbr br