[Verse 1] She walked three steps before falling. It wasn't a new thing, had been happening. The last weeks found her small and tired. And today, today from her job she'd been fired. [Verse 2] Everything looked tempting, the train, its rails. The towers, buildings, high skyscrapers. She didn't have a plan b in case plan a fails. She would try anyway, she was tired of all these grays. [Pre-chorus] About two thousand steps. She walked up through the stairs. And when she reached the top. She could perceive the drop. [Chorus] She, reached the cornice. High, would anyone notice? She, felt her life led her to this. To this, the best type of justice. She, didn't hesitate. High, couldn't receive no hate. She, felt her life led her to this. To this, the best type of justice. [Instrumental] [Bridge] Eyes closed. Pain gone. Case closed. She's gone. Now why do I care about your mental health course? What does it change if we scream "help" then? Of course. She's already gone, and the internet still goes on. About how hideous and how ugly is the girl's corpse. [Chorus] She, reached the cornice. High, would anyone notice? She, felt her life led her to this. To this, the best type of justice. She, didn't hesitate. High, couldn't receive no hate. She, felt her life led her to this. To this, the best type of justice. [Instrumental] [Chorus] She, reached the cornice. High, would anyone notice? She, felt her life led her to this. To this, the best type of justice. She, didn't hesitate. High, couldn't receive no hate. She, felt her life led her to this. To this, the best type of justice.