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...


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


mirrored 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.