Emilie Autumn — The Art Of Suicide lyrics
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The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which-way
The fate too pure to hide
Ridges of size
Meant to conceal lovers lies

Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie

The art of suicide, gritty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
Alas, I've gone she cried
Veins displayed
Melodramatically laid

Under the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to contemplate why
Why
Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie

Why live a life
That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
Why live a lie
Why live a lie
Why live a lie
Why live a lie

Life is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending where the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a story that ought to be heard

Life is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending where the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson that really ought to be learned

The world is full of poets
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more

Emilie Autumn — What If lyrics
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Here you sit on your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor
If you like we could play a game
Let's pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do

And I'm far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don't care what you think anyway
'Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah what if you were, what if you were

And what if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep

I know you've got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I'm the end of your telescope
I don't change just to suit your vision
'Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands

And you close your eyes when I say I'm breaking free
And put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I'm not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose

And what if I'm a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow
What if I'm a socialite who wants to be alone
What if I'm a toothless leopard
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home

You don't know me
Never will, never will
I'm outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can't see me
Never will, never will
If you're never gonna see

What if I'm a crowded desert
Too much pain with little pleasure
What if I'm the nicest place you never want to go
What if I don't know who I am
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know

What if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep
Sleep...
Sleep...

Emilie Autumn — Willow lyrics
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[Morrissey:]
Willow, weep for me
Bow your tallest tree
Down to the infamous hands
Of someone no one understands

I'm not unique in this
It's based on none but my mistake
At night I lie awake
Thinking of all the hearts I'd happily break

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
It's cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I'm not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours

[Emilie:]
Willow, weep for me
Don't think I don't see
This life I'm living in two
But still it's something I must do
I'm not unique in this
Nor am I special, sweet or kind
I court a thousand smiles
Yet I keep my own to hide behind

[Emilie & Morrissey:]
It's cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I'm not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow

[Emilie & Morrissey:]
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours

[Morrissey:]
Slander and dissention

[Emilie:]
They're parlor games to me

[Morrissey:]
Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention
You say they never hurt you

[Emilie:]
No consequence, I'm happy

[Morrissey:]
We're much too far above it all

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
But oh no, that's not true

[Morrissey:]
These wicked pastimes take their toll

[Emilie:]
These tyrant vices break your soul

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
Deliver me from all I am
And all I never want to be

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
I love you (Oh willow, willow, willow)
Doubt me not
Rewrite this plot for all to see

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
And I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours

[Emilie:]
Bend your branches to the ground and hold me close

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
Let me harmonize with all we knew
Share your sympathy and weep for me
Oh, willow, heal the hearts I've broken
Make me pure and start my song anew

[Morrissey & Emilie:]
For I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours