I find it funny how they never see
im not the beauty they seem to think
my soul stirs in the dark of night
fearing light
they see the beauty but not the beast
why don't they realize we are one?
don't be deceived
my heart was made to never please

like autumn leaves we dance
in a deadly winter prance
we will lure we will cure
we will dance until your dead

when poisonous lips taste
the bitter blood

my heart, encased in frost
keeping the burning in and the cold out
but the burning is yearning to be set free
do I let the warmth go?
let the cold in?
eventually the fire is going to burn me and ill be one again
vulnerable to the cold of the shadows

beauty in and beauty out,
its what makes the sirens pout
cascade of falling locks of pearl
in the water they will twirl