Meeting Mr. Charmer Hurts; -
You SweetHeart, are the Tiger I cannot Hold,
and Meeting Mister Charmer Hurts,
with your weapons of eyes and words,
and your armour against the world.
No one can hurt you if they're swooning,
hit by your poison-darts, sweetest deathstroke
your sharpest treason, your claws on bleeding souls.
No one would hurt you, when you're winning,
warring brave against paper-cut-outs,
fighting hard over chaff and dross.
Meeting Mister Charmer Hurts,
with his weapons of eyes and words,
his armoury of amour's style and
armour against the world.
Because no one would hurt you while you think
you're winning, there's no way you could ever lose.
I think I felt it, when you tore off my butterfly-wings,
I think I felt it when you thought fondly of me,
I thought so many, stupid things,
all the things that cannot be...
Meeting Mister Charmer Hurts,
with his weapons of eyes and words,
his armoury of amour's style and
armour against the world.
The Wine that burnt my Gullet,
got me so Drunk, I could not see,
The Sabbat I was attending, was never meant for me,
The Tree with the Poisoned Apples,
grew in a Desecrated Church,
Guzzle my fill of Cider, Birch-whip me, Set me Free...
Fading dreams don't turn to nightmares,
Dashed hope's shards erode in the caress of sands of time,
soft water beneath bridges passes, reflects wishing-stars still, in the sky.
Meeting Mister Charmer Hurts,
with his weapons of eyes and words,
his armoury of amour's style and
armour against the world.
Meeting Mister Charmer Hurts.
