In the mirror, I see a ghost of me, Eyes of glass, a fragile dynasty. Crawling through this velvet tomb, I wear the night as my perfume. Shadows rise but can't consume, I bloom in death's pale costume. I may be dead, but at least I'm still pretty! Paint me in roses, lace, and pity. A pretty face with frozen breath, In the cold embrace of love and death. Time's a needle, stitching scars, In the ballroom of forgotten stars. Graveyard whispers tell me lies, But beauty never truly dies. Dancing through the afterglow, A queen of ashes, don’t you know? I may be dead, but at least I'm still pretty! Paint me in roses, lace, and pity. A pretty face with frozen breath, In the cold embrace of love and death. I fade but never disappear, Flicker like a chandelier. Diamonds dust, still they shine, Forever yours, but never mine. I may be dead, but at least I'm still pretty! Paint me in roses, lace, and pity. A pretty face with frozen breath, In the cold embrace of love and death. (Still pretty, oh so pretty…)
