Punk rock eyes and bee-stung lips,
The door to her emotions, so twisted and sick,
Chains around her waist, dancing in the breeze,
Swinging her hips in the falling leaves...

These chains are my jail, my unforgiving stereotype
They're the only thing the world can see, they're blinded by their god
Blinded by their ridiculous prayers, to a heaven they've never seen,
A god they've never known.
Never can they seem to look past my clothes and my face,
A single look at me and they wonder, wonder what kind of blasphemous parents could possibly father such a child of satan.

Her eyes are dark and shadowed
Windows to the soul, but noone wants to know why she's oh-so cold
Long black hair, glistening in the sunlight
Swinging her hips in the falling leaves...

They stare at me like I can't see their laughing or their fear
I can't understand though, why they're afraid of a little bit of black
A little bit of make-up
A little bit of goth
Why be afraid of someone else's pain, unless it turns to someone elses wrath.
The music I listen to, the pictures I paint (in my mind or on paper),
All a stereotype. I'm a dangerous woman and that's all they know.

Deep inside her heart is black
Her mind is clouded with her own fears, fears of more pain, more horrors and monsters
And that's why she hides even as she dances now
Swinging her hips in the falling leaves...

My black is my armour, protect me from the world
My eyes my soul, hidden in shadow
My music my friends, stops me feeling so alone
My hair my curtain, noone see's past
And in this bright light, the most they can do
Is laugh.

Her heart cracks, just a little bit more
From the insults and comments thrown her way
But she ignores them, she's bored of them, but crying inside
She swings her hips in the falling leaves

My chains their ropes, strangling me tight
My clothes their joke, coming at me from every single side
My eyes their fears, pure pain inside of them
My hair their paperbag, hides me, their monstrocity from them and the world.

Her armour finally splits, the pain in her eyes is clear
They're finally beating her, beating her down, breaking her heart at last,
Black shards of glass now spread across the ground.
Her hair whips in every direction as she falls, keeps on dancing in the falling leaves, her last war.