alina.

falling through the air, i wonder how can this be fair?

he's a hero, a lover, a prince. she's not there.

but if i die, see the saga through and do the things you ask of me. let them hate me, hit me, hurt me, nail me to their tree.

eyes, look your last. arms, take your last embrace.

when i say jump, say how high.

no need to rush, everybody gets our autographs.

everyone is beautiful at the ballet. every prince has got to have his swan.

in a slip of a bolt, there’s a tiny revolt. the seed of a war in the creek of a floorboard.

feels like you’re treading water, but the riptide’s getting stronger.

lurking in the shadows, watching your every move. tall, dark, and dangerous. a man with nothing to lose.

if i raise my head, could i change my fate?

you wonder which is worse, the symptom or the cure?

dare you talk to me of crime, and the price you had to pay. every man is born in sin. every man must choose his way.

STICK IT TO THE MAN!

there’s a world out there, i’ll show you where and in time you’ll see … there’s a world where we can be free.

and if you fall as lucifer fell, you fall in flame.

i am the will of the people now.

whence comes this melody, constantly flowing. is it rejoicing or merely halloing?

“ it’s a trap. ” / “ it’s a TRIAL. ”

daughter, hear me, help me, join me.