NP: Kalmah-The Black Waltz
Tap, tap.
One, two, three, four.
Grab your partner, spin around.
Move to the beat of our sound.
Put on your makeup, do your hair, put on your favorite dress.
And smile.
Smile as you descend into your own personal hell.
Apply the shade of lipstick.
Red.
Of passion.
After all, dancing is what you do best.
Whether it's on the battlefield, or if it's into the heart of your latest victim.
Put on your favorite shade of eyeshadow.
Pink.
The color of purity.
After all, you're just a little girl trapped in her own web of lies.
Look at yourself in the mirror and say how much you hate yourself.
That you wish your fate was different.
You could dance on your own stage, march to the beat of your own.
Instead, you consign to the black waltz.
A manipulation plot to turn the two most powerful men against each other.
Dance!
Dance!
Get down on the floor. Open your body, spin around!
Look into the mirror and look into your heart.
Black.
Darkness.
Empty.
Hide your shame with makeup and a smile.
Hide your pain with color.
Expose yourself to show the fake you.
Turn around and see all which you've left behind.
A trail of broken hearts.
Close the door and smile. Embrace him. Tell him he's the only one.
Lie about the others.
Deceiver.
Take pleasure, like what you do.
Smile as each article of clothing is gone, smile as each man takes you to bed.
And uses your body, as you've used their heart.
Wake up alone in the morning, as you've so cursed yourself.
And realize, this isn't the life you've imagined.