Veiling a hidden sheath beneath the frills No one knows My secret place Quietly waiting for the time The curtsy of decorum slips away The rondeau slowly breaks Take up steel and tread the sacred dance True to the creed With micellar water upon their blades Rewriting yesterday Kneeling? Never again Red ribbon slips into the scabbard My gaze drifts afar The shadows of the past Can no longer hold me captive The curtsy of decorum slips away The waltzes slowly break Take up steel and tread the sacred dance True to the creed With blush upon their blades Rewriting tomorrow Kneeling? Never will I The girl in the mirror Is no longer here The sharpened self Now stands here Take up steel and tread the sacred dance True to the creed With rouge upon their blades Rewriting fate Kneeling? Never again
