At the end of this play
I need no direction
My lines are memorized
Without effort
Alone I am done
By a thread I am held
And I twist
Spinning I turn
I perform a pirouette
I am covered by the veil
Gossamer thin
My will resists
I am ready
I am ready
I will release
And fall
I live without a net
So when I fall
I receive
The sweetness of the kiss
Of Azrael
Angel of Death
My life is a drama
And every play
Has a final act
Let the thread break
Let my play end
I've done my best
Let me say
I am gone
