She stands in the wings
  Whe looks down to speak
  Your eyes speak invitations
  To follow in the beat
  She said oh no
  I'll never be the same
  You struck my heart like lightning
  I'll never be the same
  I've come to know the color of indecisiveness
  Tell me what I'm feeling in seven words or less
  The way looks awful lonely
  So long or maybe less
  The time has passed so slowly
  There's pressure on my chest
  Your eyes speak invitations
  To follow in the beat
  So tell me what I'm feelin in seven words so speak
  
     [FOREWORD: You cannot make Puppets out of dead people's bodies, and then bring them to life for real. Even if you could, DON'T TRY!!! The following story is mostly written from the nightmares of a sick child. A sick child, who still can't find the Light. Me.]
  
  
  Midnight...I see the snow that's falling
  Midnight...Still hanging on this wall
  
  I'm thinking back in time
  To when there was still a life
  Free of misery
  Oh...But it was never to be
  
  Midnight...I see the snow that's falling
  Midnight...And still you're haunting me
  
  I'm thinking back in time
  To the cellar in the darkest night
  All the misery
  All...The blood I had to see
  
  Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...
  They're ready for the show
  Now the blood must flow
  They're waiting above
  Oh Noooo!
  
  "Let the show begin"