She Could Be Satan, For All I Know

[Verse 1]
Little angel
Is this not what you had imagined
The world to be like outside of the gutter
Laughter still somehow alive in your eyes

Little angel
Let me get you on the same page, I'll
Let you on this little secret of mine, too
Much has lately got right out of hand

Ooh

[Build up]
Really I can't get why you keep looking at me like
I am the evil one here
It may come as shocking, but
The root of all these problems isn't in me, my dear

Oh believe me, I would know
So, so
Why don't we have some fun?

[Chorus]
And when a thousand needles are piercing your mind
And the memories are cutting through
Just like a thousand knives

Ahh

Cast off this pretty disguise
It is time to show the world a heart made of ice

It really hurts, does it not, to remember
You've seen it all before, so now
Let it all crash and burn

Ahh

Holy child, split at the core
Raise the underworld as well

The eight circles of hell

[Verse 2]
Little angel
With a knife she enters the stage and
Rage is the only thing I see in her eyes
No way she's going to get out of this one

Little angel
There are things that you cannot change now
Somehow, love seems to be the real problem
For him, and for you, but know
I am watching

Ooh

[Build up]
Really I can't get why you keep looking at me like
I am the evil one here
It may come as shocking, but
The root of all these problems isn't in me, my dear

Oh believe me, I would know
So, so

[Chorus]
So when a thousand needles are piercing your mind
And the memories are cutting through
Just like a thousand knives

Ahh

Cast off this pretty disguise
It is time to show the world a heart made of ice

It really hurts, does it not, to remember
You've seen it all before, so now
Let it all crash and burn

Aah

Holy child, split at the core
Raise the underworld as well

The eight circles of hell

So when a thousand needles are piercing your mind
And the memories are cutting through
Just like a thousand knives

Ahh

Cast off this pretty disguise
It is time to show the world a heart made of ice

It really hurts, does it not, to remember
You've seen it all before, so now
Let it all crash and burn

Aah

Holy child, split at the core
Raise the underworld as well

The eight circles of hell