my wicked darling, remove that devilish smile
it does you no good to ask too many questions
i cannot be held responsible when the answer destroys your soul
resist the call of the red, the blood, those blissful moments when truth blends with fantasy
whose to say which of us is real?
me, or
you?
my money’s on you
do you feel the chill coming in from under the door?
that’s reality knocking, my dear
answer it at your own risk
i cannot be held accountable and i won’t be here when you turn around