When the lightning strikes in the darkness,
I'll sacrifice my heart by pulling out to them
I must see them, as a mother of baby must gaze upon her infant
I'll set fire to the silly puppets with my mane,
make a meal of my heart
stuff it into their throats,
and gouge out the hue around their nipple
Then, sprinkle sour lemon nectar,
see their body distort with pain,
I set my face on fire
I brand his chest with a fallen hot spark