Emilie Autumn

Three hundred and six
In only six years
If it was an accident
Where are the tears?
I am still unidentified
Behind the cathedral
Is where my body hides
But I"m not inside
Just one of sixteen
In early one day
If it was a game
Why couldn"t I play?
I am the abandoner
But still I remain
And my frozen pulse quickens
As the black plot thickens
Like the story I heard
A lifetime ago
Where a girl (and this is funny)
Took her life
And what she doesn"t know
Is how long it takes for the water to rise
And the breath to stop fighting
And the cold to close her eyes
Morality plays
On stages of sin