Fleet.

Singing for revenge, sweet sweeney revenge. Injustice, Holding hands in a garden of beautiful flowers, they are not so beautiful as they look like. A broken mirror in front of me, a clearly sign of weakness in my room. I feel my body inside it. Despite being afraid, I feel a bit comfortable. I’m safe. I’m weird. Singing louder now! Look at me, look at the mirror. Stare. Gaze. I don’t care. I’ve found my place and my place is nowhere. Welcome to my wonderland.
What’s the purpose of my revenge? I have no purpose in life. I just live for revenge. Shall I stop singing lady? Is my voice annoying you? I don’t care. My razor got no handle, but you can’t help just looking. You know you’ll hurt yourself but it shines (so bright), and I have learnt to shine to hide the rusty parts. There are so many my dear, and you’ll never notice.Armen Sie.

Homenagem a Hugh Wheeler e a Tim Burton. Inglês necessário por motivos de inspiração.