[short instrumental] [Verse 1] Oh, the gloom is thick, the sky doth pout, Yet here I stand, ‘mid treats about. A lair of sugared, candied crime, How vulgar—yet, how sublime. [Pre-Chorus] The éclairs gleam, the tarts do grin, Their siren songs invite me in. “Resist,” I scoff, but soft, they plead, Is it sin, or simple greed? [Chorus 1] Temptation, such sweet vexation, Do I dare break my dark vocation? Croissants curl like devilish claws, My mind doth halt, my heart—applauds. [short instrumental] [Verse 2] A macaroon, with hues of dawn, So cheery, it should be forsworn. Yet, see, it winks! A pastel dare, A jest to mock my gothic flair. [Pre-Chorus] The custard glows, the frosting teems, Confections war against my dreams. To choose a vice? Or hold disdain? Can rapture ease this sweet refrain? [Chorus 2] Temptation, oh, sweet delusion, Am I caught in confection’s illusion? Pastries plot with cunning glee, Shall they conquer even me? [short instrumental] [Spoken Interlude] “Doth not indulgence, too, bear its own dark charm? Perhaps, to savor is the truest rebellion.” [Verse 3] The shadows wane, my heart is light, To savor is a rebel’s right. For to deny, perchance, I see, Is to betray my own esprit. [Chorus 3] Gratification, my declaration, I’ll taste this world, sans reservation. A tart in hand, a croissant’s grace, Euphoric crumbs upon my face. [short instrumental] [Outro] So here I stand, with treat in hand, A gothic queen, still dark, still grand. For even shadows crave their due, And every bite, my essence true. [short instrumental]
