Number nine out of eleven little littermates Rotten apples, all the way... Littermates, all with different fates... Taught them almost all I knew
And now, the best, the brightest Number Nine of eleven little littermates, Feeling almighty, Is after my throne.
In the bright daylight, little Number Nine Dressed to kill, much like me Takes a look at the free world behind the gate Of a castle and escapes.
I leave the baits, the night awaits Snare well hidden for the littermate. Evaded all but one, one by one.
Eleven little littermates Annihilate. Only Number Nine's not in sight... Hiding, for the moonlight eats the day Kisses burn the paperthin wings away
Hate me, hate me, if they want you to break me Love - is - for - the weak And the restless, relief in the end. A broken lock and a twisted dream
For an early tomb, destiny's overruled Trailed it back to the Pagan Cathedral."
Don't love me, don't you dare! I lie, I cheat and I don't care Don't you go telling me tales about fidelity. Truth ain't safe with me
In (sane), in (pain) Ran into a needle Eye (love), Eye (hate) Don't need anyone Lights (on), Lights (out) Read it loud and clear... And hear the lion roar.
Without my eyes, they failed me, Knots untied. I turned my weakness into a Fine profession More I hear, more I see I can feel The path I choose What I did was a must, Faced the music, away from the light, alone... Without a view.
Someone thought to know me well Drowned me in a wishing well... Making mistakes, we all do, Worst of mine was trusting in a stranger.
For now I'm feeling fine Drank poison, liked the sign Now touch the greatest fear Impaired, to look sincere.
One step behind you, turn around and I am gone with what I need. The essence of timely death, cold and dark, Loveless Hard.