You can control this puppet
by all her little strings...

How can I deny
that some part of me longs...

Smile so I can
wipe it away...

Toxic
I want to run through your veins and poison...

Same image again,
pressure building in my chest...

The Queen had the roses panted red,
just like Alice said...

Speechless.
Like a painted face I sit here...

It is an instant of impact, of sheer embrace
where metal meets flesh...

I reach up and touch the shimmering surface
of the night-time sky...

I stammer slightly,
your eyes peering in...

Run run as fast as you can
no matter what they tell you...

Something subtle,
almost unnoticed by the naked eye...