The gramophone sits covered in dust,
It's edges cut, its horn starting to rust,
Music used to feed the desires of men,
Looking for a drug to fill me once again,
There was simply an urge to spend,

Night I see her silhouette,
The record plays Tchaikovsky,
My heart yearns for my Odette,
To my broken soul-
she holds the key,
Black Swan Pas de Deux Act III,

Longing to see her at the devils time,
She bewitches me, tortures my mind,
Skin as...