It's about Allessa, just like when she was in the hospital, she was in the basement.On the sidewalk, of the city,
Are my screams just a whisper?
Busy people, going nowhere,
See me soak in the rain!
No compassion, nothing matters,
My resistance is waining,
(this is the particular line)Like a flower, in the basement
Waiting for a lonely death.
It's about Allessa, just like when she was in the hospital, she was in the basement.On the sidewalk, of the city, Are my screams just a whisper? Busy people, going nowhere, See me soak in the rain! No compassion, nothing matters, My resistance is waining, (this is the particular line)Like a flower, in the basement Waiting for a lonely death.