A girl of a million dreams
A million brilliant thoughts
Between the blood curdling screams
Everything she thought would be great
Never quite as good as it seemed
From the dark, birthplace of her schemes
Half-baked, doomed to fail from the start
Who’d ever buy her twisted works of art?

Faded silhouettes with no faces
Nothing else but unfamiliar places
She’s got nowhere to roam
A wanderer with no home to miss
She’s got dreams of a vision
Black and white decisions
Over what should live on and
What should truly die in this world
To burn us out of the cold

She was a girl of a million dreams
But no place in this life for
Her brilliant though twisted schemes
She’s got no place to hang her hat
But her blood-curdling scream
You’d be pressed not to remember that
Silently lurking behind the scenes
She knows where the best of the evil’s
Working at – in her heart so empty!

She was just a girl of a million dreams
A thousand million brilliant thoughts
Which melted in violent sunbeams
Between blood curdling screams
As the truth shines thru an open window
Everything she thought would be great
Couldn’t quite be as good as it seemed