• i'm waring a black dress,and i dance,
    listening to a sweet song that is yet so violent,
    i listen to the hard echo,and my hair's straight,
    my eyes are lined with black,my hairs over my
    face,i listen to the words,how can you see thr-
    ough my eyes like open doors it cries,i hear th-
    e words wake me up inside and my ball-
    et turns into steps of a puppet, my arms and
    head fall, at the words save me the world feels
    black