Doll eyes under the pale moonlight
sharp knives, sweet like apple pie

these doll eyes of mine,
 

Abandoned tunnels in the night time.
At once, they lure you in,
you will be trapped

forever.
No escape,

Call it an escapade,
a deadly serenade.

Engraved
in your mind
like a witch's lullaby

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Barren roads under the lamp lights,
empty but promising,
trek your way downtown
for the medicine,
drink up my siren potion
that burns you like hellish flames.
But heaven awaits in these eyes,

these doll eyes of mine,