If I´d have a world of my own
I´d be a queen with blue eyed stone...in my left palm shining as a silver rose
I´d be a queen with white eyed bone...in my right palm watching with a smirking pose
My crown made of skull...my robe sewed of rotten fairy skin and spider´s leg
My hair black and dull...my shoes of broken violin and sad men´s beg
If I´d have a world of my own
My wish should be command
My word should be law
My dream should be demand
Demand, future´s flaw
If I´d have a world of my own
I´d live in a castle, high, high on a glowing Moon
On reflection
Of perfection
And there would be...
Move for every tune
Tune for every move
Wrong for every adorable right
Right for every, each horrible sight
Lie would be truth and truth just an illusion
Death would be life and life just sweet confusion
Life would be death and death just a sleep
In satin coffin, no grief, no weep
If I´d have a world of my own
It shall be a world of fantasy...fading dream...lullaby