Put the thorn in my side, the coins on my eyes
I’m not awake, I’m leaving Eden
And all her frozen charms lie cold in my arms
Panic went away and left me reeling
It’s warm outside but the weather fails to hide
the stinging loss inside
For in the back of my mind I always thought I’d find my way to paradise
On I’d walk to paradise …
But grace and lies locked the door from the other side
And now there’s not much else there
Grace and lies
In all how long can you hide, how long?
The cost of innocence is the loss of innocence
Some may pass away, but some die screaming
When it came to my time, oh it took me by surprise
Was it my mistake, or am I born for giving in?
I feel this cold darkness
The very emptiness calls me.
Follow me on my path…
Come, sentence this world to death.
Mortal life is nothing -
Compared to the void.
Your fears will be eraeased
As the thought reaches eternity.
What once was balance now is broken….
As this shadows arised
From the dephts beyond space and time -
The abyssios beyond the line
Of mortal imagination.
Light faded and left no source.
I walk the void…
Here time is the traveller
And I am the constant.
Emilie Autumn- cabaret,electronica,classical,folk,new age
album- Opheliac(2006)
Lyrics:
Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I’m menstru…well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union’s deranged
So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose
And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again
Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
What beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was…
Emilie Autumn- cabaret,electronica,classical,folk,new age
album- Opheliac(2006)
Lyrics:
How old are you?
I’m older than you’ll ever be
I’ve been dead a thousand years
And lived only two or three
I don’t mind telling you
My life was ended by your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don’t suppose you’d understand
Call off the search
We’ve found her
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won’t arrest you
The world won’t detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn’t do
I’m Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I’m not even legal
I’m just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it’s my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
Thank you, kind sirs
You’ve made me what I am today
A bundle of broken nerves
A mouthful of words I’m still afraid to say
I don’t mind telling you
Now that I’m old enough to love
I couldn’t begin to even if
My pretty life depended on it
And funny thing, it does
Call off the search
We’ve found her
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won’t arrest you
The world won’t detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn’t do
I’m Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I’m not even legal
I’m just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it’s my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your anti-American dream
I am your sugar
I am your cream
I am your worst nightmare
Now scream
If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won’t arrest you
The world won’t detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn’t do
I’m Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I’m not even legal
I’m just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it’s my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita
