This was one of the first strange songs I wrote. I really don't know what it is about. It is just some words I thought went good together, and thought sounded very dark.

A lady which nobody knows,
arived in a black stagecoach
in the cold dead winter.

The lade who's heart had been frozen over,
Had a scarily freezing cold sholder.
The devil himself may have sent her.

Why does my temperture drop below freezing,
just as she stands there gazing
with her blackened stare.

And as I close my eyes,
surely not long has gone by
but there's nobody there.

Hey,
what's going on here.
I would like and explaination.
This is weird.
Too weird here.
Maybe it's your imagination.

And I take just a sip or two,
up in my hotel room
and then begin to gaze out the window.
The cars
passing below in the street
have no idea what a feat it is to take a trip home.

Just then, I wake up on a slab
in a mysterious looking lab
as the doctor has just begun.
Hey dock,
what's up, where is this?
It's none of yout buisness.
your treatment is done.

Hey,
what's going on here.
I would like and explaination.
This is weird.
Too weird here.
Maybe it's your imagination.

Hey,
what's going on here.
I would like and explaination.
This is weird.
Too weird here.
Maybe it's your imagination.

Oh, Maybe.