The Heart Of The Doll

She´s a lamb in wolf´s clothing
Running along the pack hopes to belong

Looking through the glass she knows it will never be so

Once upon a time, the oldest tale in the book
New ticking echoes in the cage
Switch on the engine to watch her perform

Four strings, she lets him play
´Cause his eyes are pools I could fall too

Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
It rips out the heart of the...

She´s been playing the drums of her heart!

A butterfly, dancing the moths ballet
Scorching herself to black hopes to fit in

Looking through the glass she knows it will never be so

A hooked stained glass heart can cut as easily as it breaks
The stakes are high upon this part
How come happy ending is a sacrifice?

He blows, she lets him in
For his glance sears, oh I could burn too

Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
It rips out the heart of the...

She´s been playing the drums of her heart
She pretends that she won´t fall apart
He´s been playing the drums of her heart
She pretends that she won´t fall apart

Shards strewn across the bed, satin sheets bloody red
Such big ears to chase the tick
Deep bright eyes to creep upon
Through a sharp grin, showing big teeth he says:
"You can take off your dress, you know, trow it into the fire... You won´t need it anymore..."

Howling at the moon, yielding to the flame
Star of the Sea sets in passion
Ravenous bright eyes pierce her plastic dreams
Love rips out the heart of the doll


Song, by me


A beleza me fere.
Esse mundo me fere e é como se eu respirasse ar pesado. Imerso numa nuvem de desapontamento e frustração.

Uma bomba bate no meu peito enquanto as paredes chegam cada vez mais perto...

Quem mandou deixar tudo para a undécima hora?

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