[Sex, prostitution and drugs have taken Mary Magdalene to her personal cross: AIDS.]
It's the Black Moon's country,
it's the empty room,
it's the most beautiful creature,
it's the disheartened lady.
Handsome gallants woo her
and those who succeeded
leave her with time
and, crying, she chooses oblivion.
She lives off oblivion and dies off oblivion
like a plant in a forgotten garden
knowing that no one loves her
knowing that no one has ever loved her.
It's the lost innocence,
it's the denied old age,
and a few lost tears.
Mary lives without hope.
She lives off oblivion and dies off oblivion
like a plant in a forgotten garden
knowing that no one loves her
knowing that no one has ever loved her.