Wonderfully... deranged
Exquisitely... strange
Eyes of stars
Wrapped in silken gloves
Hands of blood
Given unconditional love
A promise sealed with a kiss
A needle in an eye
I'm already prepared to die

A motion set in stone
A lock and key that will never find its home
Disercrating on a pile of bones
Under the umbrella of the black moon
Embraced in it's beautiful cocoon
Metaphorically doomed

Strangers in the night
Lovers when it's right
Picking flowers for my pyre
Cause I'm already burning alive
A witch for life
I'm already prepared to die

On the back of Pegasus wings
With a pair of unbreakable rings
It's all but a dream
Wrapped in silken gloves
Hands of blood
Given unconditional love
Simmering... black fire

Strangers in the night
Lovers when it's right
It's—
Wonderfully... deranged
Exquisitely... strange
A promise sealed with a kiss
Embraced in it's beautiful cocoon
Metaphorically doomed

On the back of Pegasus wings
With a pair of unbreakable rings
Budding flowers begin to bloom
For my own doom
Cause I'm already burning alive
A witch for a lie
A needle in an eye
I'm already prepared to die
These eyes of stars