Mary Bell Songtext
von Lisa Miskovsky

Mary, I′m so sorry that
Your hands were taken out of this crystal ball
Close to heaven, far from seven angels
They believe you're overlord

Steaming pictures of their bodies
Hunts to feed the vision, cold and unbearable

And dark, dark, darkness
Mary′s heading for the golden bell
Her coins were not good enough
To throw in their wishing well
In their wishing well
They went to hell


Closed her eyes and jumped
Into the sea of Mr. loneliness and his companions
But they couldn't keep her there
Her light disturbed the black and grey
In their living room

Minutes passed and Gabriel he laughed
You're sole′s smelling, all so wonderful
Mary, you′re so beautiful, so predictable
His hands through her hair again
And then he left

And the dark, dark, darkness
Mary's heading for the golden bell
Her coins were not good enough
To throw in their wishing well
In their wishing well
In their wishing well
In their wishing well

So please, come and save me
I′m too predictable
Please, come and save me
Mary, you're so predictable