Nancy

Scrapped of everything that we hold dear.

Hear we cry with no rye!

Higher, you were meant to be.

Dryer, our eyes can’t be.

Death, it pangs like a bee.

Behemoth is the sound of death.

Dreary!

Lord where the hell you've been?

Only my pen bleeds!

Two-Seven

To heaven,

Too early.

Nancy, she was meant to be!

Brighter for the rest to see.

Brighter forever you will be,

Nancy may your soul rest in peace!