• I am the beauty amongst this choir
    That was until he showed up,
    Now my voice-box hangs by a cold thin wire
    I'm now the voice that shuts up...

    A song is Cued
    The door slams shut,
    Its a tune that was once used
    I try to leave but the door has rust,

    His voice roams the room
    The piano self played,
    Slowly the room lights begin to gloom
    I listen to the notes that begin to masquerade,

    I began to sing his little game
    My voice began to crack,
    the echos repeat my shame
    When I felt my head go whack,

    Sing my bloody serenade
    Hear my beautiful scream,
    Watch the echos masquerade
    No this Is not a dream

    I hang like an angel
    A Beauty that dwells,
    My body is now dangled
    I should have treated my friends well

    I hang with my head in shame
    Because of me I'm slayed,
    I lost my voice in his game
    Now I sing a bloody serenade,