• The Mourning After
    An eye for an eye, right?
    Then I believe I'll take your heart
    I'll carve it from your chest
    Still beating, then I'll serve it on a silver platter
    An offering to the gods of blind infatuation
    As you lie there, eyes wide, cold on the floor
    I think I'll take your tongue as well
    No more lies from your pretty mouth
    Do you have the time for one last dance?
    Yes, I think you do
    Spin with me across the floor
    Crimson trails in our wake
    And then I'll lay you down to rest
    How peaceful you look
    In your box of silk and satin
    My fairest ornament, an evil Fate has robbed me
    Stolen the breath from your lips and the love from my heart