Sixteen years old, hair to her ankles
Everyone thinks that she's such an angel
She sits by the roses
She's hearing voices
Stares at her bare toes
As she sings along

She is often found in the sunlight
Dark eyes squint in the bright light
Black hair shining
It's all in the timing

Mynndhie got sucked into the underworld
Distorted faces, blackened images
The shadows follow her like
She is the goddess of the night
She thinks she's found the light
Found the light
Found the light

She met a demon down the alley way
Disguised as a Clergyman by day
He said, "Follow me, I know the way."

Leather chairs in a stained-glass basement
A guitar hung framed in the casement
He took it down and he started to play

Chorus

She took it from him as if in a trance
The shadows 'round her started to dance
He walked away without a backwards glance
His job was done
She had begun
To fall

Several years and a long journey later
The congregation had started to hate her
She sings from the stages
Spectators in cages
Stare at her bare toes
As they sing along

She is often found in the spotlight
Dark eyes, used to the bright lights
Black hair shining, it's all in the timing...