This liquid enlightement solves even the problems of deepest kind
Knife is on the table and noose attached
Bottle is open but the misery remains
There are things they couldn't know
Friends all gathered he is still alone

Atrocities that followed carved a cross too heavy to bear
Darkness grew greater every single day behind that friendly yet empty stare
Investigations have been open since she left us far behind
We wonder why she is no longer around
Some say she has crossed the borderline

Chill is felt the passingf the chair that moth-bitten blanket hid
Stairway down to the invisible one still unfixed like the traces of the [bad word] 
"Weep... Your sobbins won't affect me now
Suffer... It is merely music to my ears
Turn your back on me
Is that the best move you could do?
Pretending is over now
I don't give a [bad word] about you"

...We know why she is no longer around
But on whose hammer did she really die?
Mine
We won't see her ever again