The road never changes
Only the seasons
The ghosts pass by
Murder at twenty-three
Adultery at twenty-one
Produced a son
The madness at thirty-nine
Twin sisters
The children of time
Twenty-four, they would scream
The hanging whore
The road knew more
Number one seen all
Predicted the fall
The great and the good
Misunderstood
The road was the end
The very end
She screamed at number five
Number four knew why
It was her time to die
The children played
At the gates of time
They would sing their songs
Like the nursery rhymes
Twenty-three and twenty-one produced a son
Cried the sisters of time
They knocked down her door
Killed the whore
Killed the whore
She saw the crime
Just in time, to scream
Why, oh why
She had to die
She had to die
The road knows why
The seasons pass by
The seasons pass by