It was her favourite dream I had
Mostly through the mountain
The mad prince and the jester all the same
Now every hog that comes around
With an apple in its mouth
Plump with the serpent and a bush I'm yet to slay
Babe, she's stepping on your turf
I'll impregnate the hollow earth
But LSP we're not gonna cross this line
Tonight
She's made up his mind
It was her favourite dream I had
For all the NPC's
I hope our love spans everything
The last couple in the home
Still a reluctant dance machine
Don't ask me why I have to be
The last to leave every crime scene
She's made up his mind
I cannot turn the page
Until no white remains
To sleep tonight
Would really kill my vibe
My favourite failed suicide
Psychopath in a certain light
Your soul has a disgusting side I'd save
When I'm summoned to sing for the king
And I've spent all my money on the far side of the cross
And all the searing looks in to the dark will finally find their way
You can say your last
'Baby not today, right?'
Not today
'Maybe tomorrow?'
Maybe baby
'Not today'