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
(chorus) 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
Compositores: Brian Hugh Warner, Tim L K Skold ECAD: Obra #5147957 Fonograma #1953961