Throne of ice, throne of snow
When you go out
Nobody knows where you go
On your evening stroll.
Cobblestones and autumn lights
Fantasy takes purple flights
Nobody knows the beauty you bring
There is a world where you are king.
Your eyes are cruel
With signs of incipient insanity
Butterflies fly fly
Through the air you breathe.
Your mouth is water logged
Your tongue it swims and swirls in a
Purple flood to subsume your love
With blood, with blood.
You would wear lace if it weren’t out of place
Ruffles and bows, powder on your face
Necklaces and stacks of rings
There is a world where you are king.
Pain and ice, blood and blade
Nobody knows the choices you made
They weren’t there when the angel flew
To lay his visions over you.
Your eyes are cruel
With signs of incipient insanity
Butterflies fly fly
Through the air you breathe.
Your mouth is water logged
Your tongue it swims and swirls in a
Purple flood to subsume your love
With blood, with blood.
A purple scream, a careful slice
Lesser people pay the price
But you remember your moment of need
The whole world stood to watch you bleed.
They stood and watched on that autumn day
When you grew wings and you flew away
Away from the sounds of your own screams
You found a world where you are king.
Your eyes are cruel
With signs of incipient insanity
Butterflies fly fly
Through the air you breathe.
Your mouth is water logged
Your tongue it swims and swirls in a
Purple flood to subsume your love
With blood, with blood.