With children of the damned eyes
I am stalked from the walls;
From toughened glass shelves
protecting their corner.
They cover the baby grand
Smirking, what do they know?
Leering jackanapes.
Leur petite décès caught.
I caught them all
before they became nice,
then mounted them in silver frames.
I am stalked from the walls;
From toughened glass shelves
protecting their corner.
They cover the baby grand
Smirking, what do they know?
Leering jackanapes.
Leur petite décès caught.
I caught them all
before they became nice,
then mounted them in silver frames.