A swift yank

And the deed is done

The victim hangs

His neck wrung

The shadow moves

To the midnight song

As the bell tower

'Gong's it's last gong

A lair hiding

A house underneath

And angel lives

Thinks himself a beast

Sets the trap

Lures the prey

Underwater

The body stays

The voice that haunts

Every waking soul

Starch white mask

Eyes black as coal

The curtains crash

Upon the stage

Falling, Falling

His eyes of rage

And yet his soul

His mind and voice

Live in isolation

Not by choice

He must escape

His prison of thought

But he is always shoved back

No matter the cost

He sits once again

To play the classic genre

He the music angel

Phantom of the Opera