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I wanna dedicate this to the Anti Dave
It's called Bloody Ballerina
Bloody Ballerina
scrubbing at the stains that won't fade
Tattered silk of your dress is
an odd shade of gray
Bodice ripped and torn down
shredded strips of your dress decay
Spinning round and round
velvet lands on the ground
with the delicate steps you take
Ballerina,
those two perfect
slits on your wrists are bleeding
Ballerina
wound you up with an old and rusty key
in your back, do a pretty pirouette for me,
Slit lips make you smile so pretty
in your back, do a pretty pirouette for me
Satin cinch your waist in tightly.
And I've watched your brilliance fade
cheeks dulled and cracked with age
Old gears still animate
make you dance with a stilted grace