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...
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.

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.

Eat Me... Drink Me...
This is only a game.

So picking my skin and my scales
I see my horror reflected in the sundown of your blank stare. (eat me, drink me)
I see my horror mirrored in the sundown of your blank stare. (eat me, drink me)

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.