You are a Gypsy Queen
Fashioning the hearts of your victims directly on your sleeves
Pick up your trinkets, jewels, and memories
Travel the underworlds looping through centuries
You are my Gypsy Queen

Dance, lady dance, look at me
A body made of untouched clay slithering within my quiddity
Posthumously, oblivion seeks to dance with me
A ballet of mortal divinity

Pierce through my vengeance last I must grieve
Your borrowed light loaned to enlighten me
Smile through your stone-chiseled teeth
An unfortunate commoners sovereignty
Thou art mine own to thieve
You are my Gypsy Queen