She shouldn't really be here
And she's the only one who knows
Why the women disappear
And nobody
Really wants to face the [bad word] Howling
She's in the room behind the wall
"I've watched them,
I've watched them all
Kiss corpses
And string them up
Know these faces from the papers
They're not lost, they were in danger
They were caught, murdered and offered [bad word] confirmed, it's time to act."

Her skin emitting droplets
Her vision frozen on their hoods
The centre table is painted [bad word] They're not grinning
Their serious malice is showing
They haven't seen her yet and
Now it's time
The candles light up the walls
They're naked under their shawls
Incantations to the ceiling
Droning voices without feeling
She won't cave under the pressure
Deep breath, hold it in, in.

Putting on her gas mask
Unleashing the powder
Flour on a red carpet
They start coughing
She steps out and guns each one of them down
Cool, calm, collected, she'd taken ten lives
Her camera trembles in her glove
Prayers in a whisper to her dead god up above
She was too late to save them
Soulless eyes, casket of grey skin
"I'm here now," she silently told them
"If i've been damned, I am alone."