Texty:
Emilie Autumn Opheliac

At what point does a Shakespeare say I feel it's time I write a play What subject shall it be today A tragedy I've done Lovers twain have been united

Three hundred and six in only six years If it was an accident where are the tears? I am still unidentified behind the cathedral Is where my body hides

Dead is the new alive Despair's the new survival, a pointless point of view Give in, give in, give in, give in You play the game, you'll never win Dead

It's not the time, it's not the place I'm just another pretty face So don't come any closer You're not the first, you're not the last How many more?

Ghost, Did you know sometimes it frightens me when you say my name and I can't see you will you ever learn to materialize before you speak impetuous boy

Learning tricks with absent guile Reeling in your crooked smile Why did I turn to you? I wanted a hand to pour my heart into And now I bump my grind

She's looked up with a spinning wheel She can't recall what it was like to feel She says this room is gonna be my grave And there is no one who can save

The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair Curls flying every which-way The fate too pure to hide, ridges of size Meant to conceal lover's lies Under the

Thank God I'm pretty The occasional free drink I never asked for The occasional admission to a seedy little bar Invitation to a stranger's car I'm blessed