she was born in 1617 she tasted like the wind always chasing her dreams she was a tortured soul in pain she whispered this dark refrain you re not alone so never be afraid we are the cold and beautiful you are the blue insane sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs and runs away sometimes she makes herself known to those unawake and the maiden spoke in stuttered streams as if her soul was dead she spoke of nothing she is the infinite she is the deranged her sorrow drips the blood of the unfortunate and pained she was a shameless soul stranded in the rain her redemption never came as she slowly went insane insane sometimes she whispers in my ear there s nothing to be afraid of sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs and the maiden spoke in stuttered streams as if her soul was gone she spoke from the land beyond and the maiden spoke to me  sometimes she whispers in my ear there s nothing to be afraid of sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs and the maiden spoke inside my shattered dreams as if her soul was gone she spoke of the land beyond she was just another system slave just another system slave being led to the grave