The circle is closing tonight.
The stillness of life when death is near:
White curtains rustling,
Bringing a troubled sleep.
Chained in a ray of moonlight,
Surrounded by the invisible voices,
A choir of millions in the darkness;
But now you stand on the edge,
A marble goddess to grace the zenith
Of the cold concrete jungle,
Closer to heaven than you've ever been.
In the wind and rain,
The sirens below you scream:
Break yourself on the rocks.
But you stand alone before a blinding light,
Tearing you apart to see inside.
This is what you bow before.
Sacrificial virgin,
Who will save you now?
