In the bright daylight, little number nine,
dressed to kill, much like me.
Takes a look at the free world behind the gate,
of a castle and escapes
I leave the baits, the night awaits
Snare well hidden for the littermate
Evaded all but one, one by one.
Eleven little litter mates, annihilate
only number nine's not in sight.
Hiding for the moonlight eats the day
Kisses burn the paper-thin wings away.
Hate me, hate me, if they want you to break me,
love is for the weak and the restless, relief in the end
A broken lock and a twisted dream
For an early tomb, destiny's overruled
Trailed it back to the Pagan Cathedral
Don't love me, don't you dare,
I lie, I cheat and I don't care.
Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity
Truth ain't safe with me.
In (sane), in (pain)
Ran into a needle
I (love), I (hate)
don't need anyone
Lights (on), Lights (out)
Read it loud and clear
And hear the lion roar.
