Is something lost
Or has it never existed
Dead is the city night

The excitement is gone
Not what you expected
Confort me, my broken mind

Scold me by the throat
Even hidden the stars they know
I eat dreams before they bite

Is something lost
Or has it never existed
I’m Death’s dutiful appetite

I’m Death’s chef
I’m Death’s honeybee
His ***** pastry
His sweet cocoa baby

At least He loves me

Bon appétit