In strings and chords of jealousy
Symphony of common error
A face with bloody mascara
The devil was conductor
I awakened the forbidden
Fell on my knees to hum and pray
I’ve always been a free spiritRaised my voice a higher octave
to rid ghosts in the opera
when concert became darker
Stage manager, a minister
Clapping and cheering, sinister
Gave them hell on a musical scale
so heavenly production could prevail
Signing autographs, gothic
Paparazzi catatonic
while angels in my band, kept me prolific
Should’ve canceled tour, it was oblivion
Songs against religion
Promotions were demons sent
My vocals had to repent
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