Belladonna will not hurt you
if you know it’s fame,
But Amortentia sounded good to me.
You caught me in your Devil’s Snare
Inducing my Euphoria for the past year,
But no elixir can cure me now you’ve gone.
I need a little time to hate you,
Need a little time to hate you, hate you,
Need a little time to hate you,
Need a little time to free my mind
from our glory days I remember all too well.
What’s the point in mourning glory?
Well?
Need a little time to hate you,
Hate you well.
What’s the point in mourning glory?
Well?
Need a little time to hate you,
Hate you.
All my dreams are dead
Now I’m chained to the cauldron
and my pounding head,
No one ever warned me about you.
With aconite and hellebore,
You’ve poisoned me but all I want is more,
Can’t escape your toxic grasp
where you left me here to choke.
Need a little chance to shake you,
Need a little chance to shake you, shake you,
Need a little chance to shake you,
Need a little chance to shake you off,
Slip you a taste of your own damn asphodel.
‘Cause what’s the point in mourning glory?
Well?
Need a little chance to shake you,
Shake you well.
What’s the point in mourning glory?
Well?
Need a little chance to shake you,
Shake you.
Well?