Cut Of Your Head (Headhunters Dance Mix)
Mana Junkie
Cut Off Your Head
by Madam Snowflake
My beloved provokingly said
“My dear you must cut off your head.”
But if I lose my mind
What pain will I find
In my cells where my fear hides instead?
The future consumes me with dread
From terrors seemed destined ahead
“We are doomed!” I profess
I think therefore I’m hopeless
He repeats, “You must cut off your head.”
My faculties hang by a thread
Should I release? Have I been misled?
Am I spinning insane
With this wheel for a brain
He cries out, “Cut off your head!”
A vision appears of my Deathbed
My pale emptied veins have been bled
Stabbed, I’ve been broken apart
By a wounded, agonized heart
My head is gone, but my soul lives instead.
by Madam Snowflake
My beloved provokingly said
“My dear you must cut off your head.”
But if I lose my mind
What pain will I find
In my cells where my fear hides instead?
The future consumes me with dread
From terrors seemed destined ahead
“We are doomed!” I profess
I think therefore I’m hopeless
He repeats, “You must cut off your head.”
My faculties hang by a thread
Should I release? Have I been misled?
Am I spinning insane
With this wheel for a brain
He cries out, “Cut off your head!”
A vision appears of my Deathbed
My pale emptied veins have been bled
Stabbed, I’ve been broken apart
By a wounded, agonized heart
My head is gone, but my soul lives instead.