follow me down,
I wanna fly but mostly I drown, mostly I drown.
It looks like hallowed eve;
it is a mystery.
Desire for everything,
desire to dance, with me. Masquerade, a vampire slave
and a fetish maid came to be saved.
Ballroom of red;
everyone undead
gave up good deads,
for a glass rosary.
Invite the moonlight,
it just feel right,
to shine again.
Minuet and sorrow,
dance till tomorrow;
when passion consumes,
darkness resumes.
Funeral mass, lots of painted glass; go through the motions
with superficial notions.
Don't be afraid,
bring a razorblade;
angyles and demons ,
they are the same thing.
Don't be afarid,
bring a razorblade, and hush,
and hush...
Swallow me in ,
swallow me down,
I wanna fly but mostly I drown,
but mostly I drown.
Enchanted tea party,
under a graveyard tree,
a doll, you and me.
Don't be afraid,
flasks of poison perfum sweet,
pass the razor ,drink and weep.
A tisket a tasket
a crimson velvet casket;
I wrote a letter to my love and the way I was accosted,
oh, it costed.
A vampire slave, and a fetish maid, came to be saved;
a vampire slave and a fetish maid, came to be saved,
again.
and black visions.
Neither deserts hope nor despair.
Together they roam
the kingdom of imagination.
They are the poet,
and her pen.