They called me spellbound, and it sounds so beautiful
Though they bell, book and candle it out of me
I can chew when I dream, and I can fight when I dream
I ride and they bow…
I'll be the last of the Habsburgs I know
No king should walk as I walk
And on the tit for far too long
She cries in the night
And in the morning her eyes widen though she keeps her smile in place
While I can only rictus in return
With a tongue that can't win her
Words spit and mangle my replies
When they question all my devils but it's only me who answers
I'll be the last of the Habsburgs I know
(She's not a vessel I can fill with earth/
She's not a vessel for an empty prayer/
There is no end to this. No end to this)