The reverie won't come today, held back by the revered devil
who's trying to make me sway from the heaven I've claimed.
Dreaming of sweet Italia and fading into guilt-ridden charm;
an angel in disguise and lost in hell's playground.
Fighting so hard, creating the warfare against the mirrored truth.
My vision's clouded by an arsenal of color, a kaleidoscope of
bullets that have defined my golden simulation.
Playing to the hypnotic tune of nightmares and tears,
dancing to the rhythm of honored deceit and family scandal --
eyes wide to the promise of tomorrow and the clouds of yesterday.
A magician of twisted minds and a doll for silver society;
a treasured siren of lost muses and a dreamer to the unknown.