Paradox - Alesana

Dearest love, I hope this finds you well

I am kidding this is probably hell

Lonely stranger with a brush in hand

Never saw me sneaking up on him

Tonight say goodbye to what you thought you knew

They’ll blame the blood spilled on you

I’m closing my eyes, one more kiss before I never wake again

Immortality will still be mine

Two moves ahead of you

You are a pawn

Castle now but I’m behind your king

As your queen lays bleeding on the board

Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy

Unleash the myth living in your worst fears

I’m trapped!

Don’t wait!

Page abandoned, the stories write themselves

The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end

Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone

The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide

The story is ending

Would you remember Joan of Arc was her flesh yet unlicked by flame?

Will you remember how the waves crash on the shores of time?

Who would’ve ever known that each choice made sense?

Who could’ve ever known?

Are we not our actions?

Our lives are poetry, make them sonnets

Unleash the myth living in your worst fears

I’m trapped!

Don’t wait!

Page abandoned, the stories write themselves

The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end

Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone

The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide

The story is ending

Why do the floorboards creak like a heartbeat

This room is driving me insane

What’s behind the bricks?

Who’s rapping at my chamber door?

Pendulum, why do you torment me?

What am I saying?

Have I lost my mind?

I am her!

No longer Fatima, goddess, light

I’ve become Rusalka, demon of night!

Two moves ahead of you

You are a pawn

Castle now but I’m behind your king

As your queen lays bleeding on the board

Accept you have lost the game, misjudged your enemy

Don’t wait…

Page abandoned, the stories write themselves

The author lost his way again and he forgot to write the end

Race towards the sun, seeing who comes undone

The villainess, the broken bride, we sit and watch the world’s collide

The story is ending

Page abandoned, time is ending

The story is ending, make them sonnets

We sit and watch the world’s collide

The night that I died I had become Rusalka.

I was no longer me.

I was no longer

Annabel.

The beautiful evil coursed through my veins and I saw so clearly what

needed to be done.

As you lay, fast asleep, I penned her farewell and kissed

your cheek.

The knife felt so light in my hand, so heavy in my stomach.

There is something about this room…