[Intro – slow waltz, whisper-sung] Welcome to the waltz of the deeply unwell Where laughter wears lace and regrets never tell Dress sharp, think sharp, the blade loves a spin And every slow dance is a lie with a grin [Verse 1 – lilting piano, theatrical voice] She said “Love is a poison in velvet disguise” Then kissed me with arsenic under her eyes The curtains were trembling, the phonograph sighed As we toasted to ruin with gin and formaldehyde [Pre-Chorus – rising tension] I told her “Darling, I don’t do romance” She whispered, “Good… Then you’ll survive this dance.” [Chorus – dramatic, rising and falling] Spin with me, darling, in blood-soaked suede The orchestra's dead but the shadows stayed This isn’t a waltz, it’s a masquerade Where the sharpest of lovers leave the dullest of blades [Verse 2 – accordion or toy piano joins] The chandelier weeps, the piano plays flat We measure our trust in a poisoned wine vat Her laugh broke in minor, her shoes
