Little Lotte

I’m not, I’m not. 

Cause he took me out of my box stole my tortured heart left all the broken parts told me im better off but I’m not 

I felt more when we played pretend than with all the Kens 

Well, no one asks any questions here 

And your cheating husband disappeared 

All my girls got their lace and their crimes 

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

I died on the altar waiting for the proof

Defiant to the end, we hear the call

So paint it black and take it back let's shout it loud and clear

Your misery and hate will kill us all

The hardest part is letting go of your dreams

And sleep, just sleep

Kiss me goodbye

So dance alone to the beat of your heart

You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start

One maniac at a time we will take it back

"Or of riddles or frocks?"

Or of goblins or shoes?"

Little Lotte thought, "Am I fonder of dolls

Enter at last, master

Angel, my soul was weak, forgive me

Stay by my side, guide me

But no one else was in the room where it happened

Click boom! Then it happened

But we never really know what got discussed