Murder, question for the hour. Should she paint the town red again? Such an act of compassion, such a waste of life. She awakes her smile with the keys in her hand. Pretty facial mod with tire marks in his skin. He`ll wait to forgive you. He`ll lose this time and never win. Like clockwork, how the tables have turned. This tragic play of cards you`ve been dealt. Fall in love, lose your life. Back and forth again, it`s suicide. Love is suicide, it`s freedom`s child. She couldn`t bear the pain. Broken skies beyond the diagnosed, fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost. Love is suicide, it`s freedom`s child. She couldn`t bear the pain. No sense to beg for mercy. No sense to reconcile now.