Slightly cold, just enough for you to know
that my fire inside canít burn me to dust.
Here, there and everywhere around you,
and you will yearn to walk in,
but Iím distant and fading under your fingertips
like this mornings mist.
And you are stabbing me
stabbing me stabbing me in the dark
but there is no pain, no blood
Ďcause I have hearth no more
this confused face hides the hunger of a vampire
that has risen, from a cage, from a prison.
Devil got my soul, long before you came
and I welcomed you, the cutest apprentice
with eyes of a fallen angel.
You lied, and go on
lie to me, put a smile on my face
lie to me baby, your lies speak more
than my short skirt.