A victim for her art

I have a black glittering soul and a heavy heart,
But they took my dead flowers and then tore them apart.
Alright, I’ll take it as a victim for my pieces of art.
I’m the queen of the night, watch me dance in the dark.

But baby,

I have a grey glittering soul and a broken heart,
But they took my unhealed wounds, again tore them apart.
Alright, my life has been all broken into pieces of art.
I’m the queen of the night, won’t be falling apart.

GC, 27.10.2025