Act III
Jarboe
As your hands tightened around your throat I knew that this time you would kill me And like all the times before When I didn't struggle Because there was no use Again I succumbed Again the mask melts away Your reflection
As your hands tightened around your throat I knew that this time you would kill me And like all the times before When I didn't struggle Because there was no use Again I succumbed Again the mask melts away Your reflection