the hills are silent
but the sky seems to be violent
she stands there watching
but from there she can't see nothing
she looks around searching for answers
but all she came across is a bunch of drunk dancers

no one can see her
even though she looks familiar
no one can feel her
when the night is cold as a freezer

she stands upon the silent hills
where no man set foot upon for years
she looks at the violent sky
and sounds a silent sigh
she spreads her white feathery wings
and tries to fly

the blood now covers the green grass
she is no longer among us
just another one who wanted to be more than just a face in
the crowd
her white wings now covered with blood
the violent sky suddenly became calm
from looking at it you can become numb
and now suddenly the crowd notices that someone's missing
someone's pointing towards the hills where here body can be
seen