Mara Magyarosi: It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice
Mara Magyarosi: The collision is such an ugly sound
Mara Magyarosi: And I'll ask for the sea
Mara Magyarosi: You'd be damned to be one of us, girl
Mara Magyarosi: To the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Mara Magyarosi: But I need your hands on me now