Mechanical Ballerina

Inside a dance hall
Blue eyes of a little girl dreaming
Dreaming of the snow-white swans
But white swans passed by
With childhood and unplayed games
Just my pink point shoes stayd full of thorns

Tear away my wings
With a clockwork enegine replace my soul
Plastic queen
I am perfect machine

Inside the dance hall
There are locked the little girl's memories
Memories and hole to stare
Pouring my sweat and blood on stage
Where others see beauty
For me emptiness, so come and

Tear away my wings
With a clockwork enegine replace my soul
Princess of playthings
A perfect toy

Construct an angel
Illusions so much picturesque
Deform my mind into a correct aeabesque

Tear away my wings
With a clockwork enegine replace my soul
Princess of playthings
A perfect
Tear away my wings
With a clockwork enegine replace my soul
Plastic queen
I am perfect machine