Building a Mystery
You come out at night, that's when the energy comes.
And the dark side's light and the vampires roam.
You strut your aster ware and your suicide pose.
And a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came.
You're building a mystery.
Here I am again heading towards his crypt. I have tried to live without him, but maybe I am not supposed to. He has been trying so hard to be good. Angelus was never half as nice as he is. Shoot, fighting that vampire just messed up the flowers in my hair. I have a lot of apologizing to do and it helps if you look like a goddess. Goddess. Why did I have to remember Glory at a time like this? That was my last suicide I can guarantee you. Damn, I forgot to take off my cross. This evening is just going all wrong. I will try again tomorrow. No, if I do not do it tonight I will never do it.
You live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls,
And you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls.
You wear sandals in the snow and a smile that won't wash away.
Can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful, with an edge of charm, and so careful, when I'm in your arms.
My William is in love with the nasty Slayer. Ms. Edith told me that we were all going to be a family again. I resired grand mommy and daddy set us on fire, but William has that chip in his head. That man just told me I am crazy because of the way I am dressed. All the lovely sugar on the ground for me to walk in and make footprints. I smile and thank him for his insight before I eat him. There is no reflection in that store mirror. I wanted to look just right for William. My William always called me his dark princess. I will have him back.
You woke up, screaming aloud a prayer from your secret god.
You feed off our fears, and hold back your tears, you give us a tantrum.
And a know-it-all grin, just when we need one, when the evenings thin.
You're a beautiful, a beautiful fucked up man.
You're setting up your razor wire shrine.
Stupid Buffy Dreams. Hell, I am never going to get back to sleep now. Yeah, look at me the bloody surge of Europe crying over a little twenty year old blonde bent on killing me. I was a badass vampire now all I am is her little dream slave. But, hey, the dreams are worth it. Which reminds me, I need to stop by her place while she's out patrolling, to see mom and nibblet, and maybe pick up a few pieces for the Buffy shrine down stairs. They know how to appreciate a great looking guy like me. Better get going, no telling when Buffy will get back.
Because you're working, building a mystery.
Holding on, and holding in.
Yeah you're working, building a mystery.
And choosing so carefully.
You're building a mystery.
I cannot believe my little blondie bear went to the slayers house only to come back to see Buffy and Droodzilla going at it. He protected Buffy that slimy jerk. He chose Buffy over Dorkus and me. Can you believe that? I tell you, vampire guys are the worst. Maybe, I should go back to high school boys, at least then, if something happens that I do not like, I can eat them. Dru probably is going back to L.A. Maybe, I should go to, you know get into a gang again. True it would be with her, but I would have family again. I miss my parents; I wonder why that vamp ate them?
You come out at night, that's when the energy comes.
And the dark side's light and the vampires roam.
You strut your aster ware and your suicide pose.
And a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came.
You're building a mystery.
Here I am again heading towards his crypt. I have tried to live without him, but maybe I am not supposed to. He has been trying so hard to be good. Angelus was never half as nice as he is. Shoot, fighting that vampire just messed up the flowers in my hair. I have a lot of apologizing to do and it helps if you look like a goddess. Goddess. Why did I have to remember Glory at a time like this? That was my last suicide I can guarantee you. Damn, I forgot to take off my cross. This evening is just going all wrong. I will try again tomorrow. No, if I do not do it tonight I will never do it.
You live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls,
And you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls.
You wear sandals in the snow and a smile that won't wash away.
Can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way?
You're so beautiful, with an edge of charm, and so careful, when I'm in your arms.
My William is in love with the nasty Slayer. Ms. Edith told me that we were all going to be a family again. I resired grand mommy and daddy set us on fire, but William has that chip in his head. That man just told me I am crazy because of the way I am dressed. All the lovely sugar on the ground for me to walk in and make footprints. I smile and thank him for his insight before I eat him. There is no reflection in that store mirror. I wanted to look just right for William. My William always called me his dark princess. I will have him back.
You woke up, screaming aloud a prayer from your secret god.
You feed off our fears, and hold back your tears, you give us a tantrum.
And a know-it-all grin, just when we need one, when the evenings thin.
You're a beautiful, a beautiful fucked up man.
You're setting up your razor wire shrine.
Stupid Buffy Dreams. Hell, I am never going to get back to sleep now. Yeah, look at me the bloody surge of Europe crying over a little twenty year old blonde bent on killing me. I was a badass vampire now all I am is her little dream slave. But, hey, the dreams are worth it. Which reminds me, I need to stop by her place while she's out patrolling, to see mom and nibblet, and maybe pick up a few pieces for the Buffy shrine down stairs. They know how to appreciate a great looking guy like me. Better get going, no telling when Buffy will get back.
Because you're working, building a mystery.
Holding on, and holding in.
Yeah you're working, building a mystery.
And choosing so carefully.
You're building a mystery.
I cannot believe my little blondie bear went to the slayers house only to come back to see Buffy and Droodzilla going at it. He protected Buffy that slimy jerk. He chose Buffy over Dorkus and me. Can you believe that? I tell you, vampire guys are the worst. Maybe, I should go back to high school boys, at least then, if something happens that I do not like, I can eat them. Dru probably is going back to L.A. Maybe, I should go to, you know get into a gang again. True it would be with her, but I would have family again. I miss my parents; I wonder why that vamp ate them?