Blood dripping down
Coming out of my eyes
It's coming out of my veins
The life is pouring out of me
My soul is fighting it
It's hard to resist
I guess again I angered thee.

Charade in the ballroom
My artwork turned me
Into a red lights district lady
A prostitute if you will
Down to the bone - a profiteer.

My blood is thy canvas,
My body thy brush,
My soul thy plaything,
Oh, cruel Renaissance lust.
I dance among the shadows,
My laughter a hollow sound,
My heart a...