Trapped within the warmth and the darkness, from the waking world I was torn Never leaving dreamless slumber, in a mind that broken and worn Guarded by uncounted ready guns and blades Sharper than a barrier of thorns
Once, out in the sky I was happy, faintly I remember the sun Soaring through the dawn and it brightness, battle, beauty, both had I won Then a flash of pain as the metal pierces flesh And all at once my roaming was done
Wires through my veins and tendons, keeping safe my hateful old lord Protecting his infernal defence grid, unwillingly my lifeblood is poured I once heard tell a kiss could wake me But I hope my prince will bring me a sword
Take Aurora in gently, Nastya, let’s see what these Rosies can do Gotta say I’m in the mood for violence and I reckon you might be too Let’s get this party started the only way we know Gunfire and explosions, that’s our cue.
Fire ‘til your guns are empty, ‘til your ammunition runs dry If you’re finished playing at soldiers you might have noticed we cannot die I suggest you beat a fucking tactical retreat Or we’ll let slip the dogs of war and havoc cry
Jonny: Is that her? How do we wake her up? Nastya: You could try kissing her. Jonny: I’m not going to kiss a sleeping stranger, Nastya. That would be really fucking creepy. Nastya: Or you could shoot the machines until it shuts down. Jonny: That’s better. *gunshots* Huh, guess that did the trick.
Here within the central chamber, circled by the dead, Beauty sleeps, Inching ever closer to freedom, there beyond the glass, still she weeps I wonder what surprises the waking world will hold As gradually consciousness creeps.