She went out,
on a dark lonely road.
Couldn’t scream or shout,
as the man dragged her down.
Down, down, down the rabbit hole;
when it stops,
she'll have no soul.
To forsake the wake,
and forget to take
all the pills that life can make-
to stop the pain,
shake away the insane,
open the vein,
and bury the slain.