At candlelight
I've left the Buried Town
My father has no might
To keep me down
Some foreign scents
Infesting clammy shade
Induce me to repent
Of my gambade
I'm not a creature - I'm a doll
...with cold synthetic heart...
I'm not a living thing at all
...you're just a piece of art...
I've got a gear instead of soul
Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel
The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay
Mechanic system, which supposed to be ideal
I'm just an ugly brat of lab assay
1 | Shades on a Casement |
2 | Natural Quaternion |
3 | Stormchild |
4 | Old Year's Merry Funeral |
5 | Snow White |
6 | Bubble Bath |
7 | A Rose For Michelle |
8 | Hermetical Orchard |
9 | Frontline |
10 | Strayed Moppet |