Let's set the stage on fire and Hollywood will be jealous When the lights go out
Everyone loves a drama Everyone loves the drama
As she stared into the night was the caste dressed in white Behind her virgin eyes the mirror image of her plague And darkness overcame until she screamed alone in vain Oh how lovely as she gasps, yet so innocently sleeping And forever she will hunt, now manifest this disease The misfortune of the weak, I'll tell you what it is Walk down these tragic steps Disappearing with no trace, nothing left This was the perfect murder The perfect murder In the ballroom with a glass, remembering it all at last The memory of her fist kiss led to a series of unfortunate events
She'll dance to the sound of the clock striking twelve