Last Dance Fairytale
These eyes see more than
window dressings
And stoic virtue of mannequins
Somewhere beyond the world
of single dimension
Beyond the facade of the sensual
Where nothing cuts you
deeper than your own blade
Outside the narrow corridors
of perception is a light
Of experience and
long-forgotten dreams
Fading into perception is the black
world that we see
This fairytale is not so out of reach
I am, I am insatiable
I can, I can be anything
I am, I am insatiable
I can... I am my enemy
Seen through these eyes,
I am predictable
I am made of stone
Walk the middle line
Where nothing cuts you
deeper than your own blade
I am the storm,
My voice is the river
Take from me
I fade into you
Fade the corridors
of experience and dreams
Fade the black world
into this fairytale and fade
Fade the corridors
Fade the black world
Into this fairytale and fade
Take to the sky
