Texty: Emilie Autumn. Let It Die.

Could we get some tea up here?
No? Please?
What about- what about vodka?
Or, um, brandy?
Alright, brandy it is. Thank you.

This is your mission
Should you chose to accept it
Well, I hope that you do
This is your story
Should you chose to remember
Well, I hope that it's true
I've finally a reason to let it die, let it die
You've given me a reason to let it die
Let it die
Like all the words irrelevant and clean
Like all the girls before me, have you seen
Somebody walking back from Hell on their own
Well, I hope that you do
Why are we talking as if you didn't know?

Well, they know about you
I've finally a reason to let it die, let it die
You've given me a reason to let it die
Let it die
Like all the words irrelevant and strange
Like some ancient Prokofieff arrangement
This is your mission
Should you chose to accept
This is your army
And they're right behind you
Yes, they're all right with you
Let it die
Let it die
Let it die

Thank you.
Thank you so much.