Sir, excuse me for interrupting,
Allow me to introduce myself,
Butler. Yes I am, Yes I am.
Lord's order is what I am.
Taking care of business
in these bases step into all those places.
What I face is my lord's thesis,
Writing it based on those pieces,
Ha! Elegant suit black and white is by the book,
No limit I did shook the ground,
So under it went underground,
Wanna know more? Pay the price you will.
Then likely to cry in grief guilty like a thief?
No, not so cheap, I'm so past deep.
Collection of enemies keep to play,
Placing target on steep tray.
Sadistic that I may at the same time,
Masochistic that I fake matter of courtesy to say.
Uncertified story, I'll give then uncertified life you might live
and I'm not so sure if you want that
So take your time,
To think for a minute please,
Earl and Contessa.
Okay. Don't you claim after you enter?
Once this train goes, it's so gone.
Anything goes in slow motion, slow flow.
So comfortable cooking the meal, It's palatable.
Blow, blow, kick, the flow.
Fill in the deeds, That's my show. Oh No.
Here I come, Phantom, No, No.
I'm just so cold. You wanna know. So let me show.
Creep behind is what I do. Massacre is what I do.
Lay back on that? Never do Lord's order? I just do.
Yes, Sir. My Lord, let me spill.
Cooking in grill, My new armory to drill
the hole in the brain then maintain
hell is no place. Hell is me.
You are my slave. I'm the king.
Thinking you got it? No, I got it.
I apologize. Misunderstanding.
I am who you think. I ain't constantly covered in paint/
Curtain call still I stain the realness,
Change the whole game
When the game's over,
Can you sustain the pain?
HaHa!
I am not just a bad sir, I am the baddest in space,
I finally drawn some clues.
It looks so smoothe against this truth.
As for the people they think about.
At night that surge above,
But at the end, they might take you away like you're someone else.
Wish my soul once in a while,
But this is nature that can't exhast.
I look at it as more like my style.
Nobody can come in my way,
'Cause this is my way of love
Naughty Birdie's song is made by pecking holes in trees willows, cedars, sycamores and proud oaks reduced to cheese woodland gods, all in a huff have forever cursed your naughty beak what it pecks, it poisons now; your food, your nest even your young your friends now all fear you But your tears ring clearly through the wood even as they taint the dew such a sad, sad, little birdy Maybe one day this song will lift the curse and set you free.
The beginning is always the same Underneath a navy sky
While swearing a vow, I am now walking forward
Yeah, in the light-shining desert (the burning wind)
Searching for a diamond flower (I continue to wander)
For the first time for someone else's sake, I am living
There's something that I want to protect
So that I never, ever lose it again
Yeah, within this chest is a wish (is quivering)
For the sake of it being granted (I'll be hurt however many times it takes)
I want you to smile, so now, I grasp my sword
My memories are cut and begin to overflow
I kill a red, red shadow
Even though my nails are cracking, I'm going to grab hold of it
Because I have something precious that I want to protect
Those nights when I think of someone and cry, a diamond flower blooms
I have something I want to protect
And I will never, ever lose it again
The sound of my pulse, more small and fleetingly than anyone else's
Is also more tough than anyone else's
Open your shiny eyes in the silent night
I swooped down in the mysterious night.
I sneak without any sound of footsteps
In a lusting black cat's pose.
A silhouette that carries the moonlight on it's back
"Come here" It smiles as it beckons me.
A shadow of desire squirms in the town
It wanders in the guise of an angel
It holds the shards of love without a place to go
In it's arms as if it treasures them
As you fall asleep, are you somewhere also
Having a happy dream?
Kiss the starry sky. It's time for good children to go to sleep.
Don't look at me, don't catch me.
I'm a butterfly who got lost.
I sing freely with these wings no one can see.
They're hiding in your heart.
The memories in the mirror
Of when I was a cry-baby.
But I'm not a child anymore.
I untied my long hair.
A sweet fragrance that tightens my chest
I'm noticing I'm being seduced
You placed a spell on my lips that lost their words.
Don't look at me, don't catch me.
I'm a butterfly who got lost.
It's too dear, it's too precious.
It's going to break, the key to my heart.
I continue to look for my own story
Even if I am blinded by fate
I pierce through these clouds, and flap my wings to the distant tomorrow.
Don't look at me, don't catch me.
I'm a butterfly who got lost.
I sing freely with these wings no one can see.
They're hiding in your heart.
