Heaven Wouldn't Take Me, Hell Didn't Want Me
They all watch me turn the corner,
eyes following,
and they all look so hungry.
Their jealousy and lust
may be justified,
'cause I've got more beauty than they could ever have.
But inside, behind this studied mask
of moody concentration,
I'm laughing at their starving eyes.
So maybe I look like a piece of heaven,
but I'm just a fallen angel.
If they all knew
that it was I who thirsted,
that I lusted after
every drop of their blood,
wouldn't they run?
Wouldn't they notice
how red my downcast eyes have become?