Your Story Is Over!

Lavinia sees the specter of her dead husband
Reaching out to her
With charred
Fleshless fingers
She steps back in horror
Loses her balance — and tumbles down the stairs

She gets up
Surprised and amazed to feel no pain
And then she sees
Her own body lying
Twisted and broken at her feet
She looks up in confusion
The Angel and her Furies!

So who the hell are you?

I’m glad
To be
The one
Who gets
To tell
You
You have come to the end
You’re about to descend
Into the underworld

There is no way
That I’ll waste my time
On you
I’m sick and tired
Of your lies
And immune to
Your cries of desperation!

No!
I won’t accept
This is my fate
I am not to blame
I was misled and confused
Now send me to the other place
Let me clear my name
You have to listen to my story!

They are all alike
They die
They plead for their life
They lie
Then break down and cry

I am not to blame

I know damn well why
I dislike the greed in your eyes
Yeah right, I won’t grant you time

Let me clear my name

‘Cause they are all alike
They die
They plead for their life
They lie
Then break down and cry

(Aaaaaaaa!)

I know damn well why
I dislike the greed in your eyes
Yeah right, I won’t grant you time

Your story
Is over!