• Like a puppet on a single string,
    The sting of failure enters me.
    I paralyze myself, standing still,
    My life, seemingly no longer a thrill.

    And can you not hear the nightengales trill?
    The one that tells me to kill, kill, kill?
    Well little darling don`t you seek my house of lies?
    The one thats full of your wishes and demise?

    My eyes search the darkened skies,
    For the basis of my disguise,
    Press your fingers to your lips
    Girls and boys girate their hips.

    For what you ask, Do I kill?
    Living is no longer a thrill,
    For those who enter my shop...
    The one that my lies sit atop.

    I lay in the velvet,
    Bloody martini in hand,
    Scars upon the carpet floor.
    Showing death score by score.

    Don`t you see what I am?
    Do you see what I can?
    I can take all you wish,
    All it takes is this.

    My bloody floor,
    And your throat,
    and living life,
    I can create the dreams of land.

    And still I am full of lies,
    When I wear the Devils Guise.
    But Darling please don`t,
    Search for Demise,
    In this house of lies.

    And so The Nightengales trill,
    No longer tells to Kill, Kill, Kill
    Because little child I must try,
    Even though I have died.