IRC-Galleria

In the wasteland
on the way to the Red Queen
it's no wonder our stage clothes
have dreams to be famous
The trees in the courtyard
are painted in blood
so I've heard
She hangs the headless
upside down to drain

EAT ME, DRINK ME
EAT ME, DRINK ME
This is only a game
this is only a game

I was invited to
a beheading today
I thought I was a butterfly
next to your flame
A rush of panic and
the lock has been raped
This is only a game
this is only a game

But then our star rushes in
feeling like a child and looking
like a woman
She has been forecast with an
attempt to kill herself
but the ending didn't test well

I was invited to
a beheading today
I thought I was a butterfly

next to your flame
A rush of panic and
the lock has been raped
This is only a game
this is only a game

EAT ME, DRINK ME
EAT ME, DRINK ME
This is only a game
this is only a game

But then our star rushes in,
feeling like a child and looking
like a woman...
She has been forecast with an
attempt to kill herself
but the ending didn't test well

So picking my skin
and my scales
I see my horror
reflected in the
sundown of your
blank stare
I see my horror
reflected in the
sundown of your
blank stare

EAT ME, DRINK ME
EAT ME, DRINK ME
This is only a game
this is only a game