Coppola

Burning sand out of the fire
Right into my eyes
Coppelius came into my bed
He made me cry the whole night

He stole my illusions
And then with the glasses
There came this whole new world full of conclusions
You should have seen them
The boys on the crescent
You could not have waved your hand
'Cause he's got you in his den
In his den

Sisters in the jury
Let me please explain
I am the narcissist with a burning love to myself

Don't forget the lashes
And don't you forget the eyebrows
'Cause I love only your face
And you little fucker can't tell me
That you're really in love with her flatulences

Sisters in the jury
Let me please explain
I had so many chances
But I didn't take one of them

Burning love out of the fire
Right into my eyes
Coppelius laughed when my head crashed down
He made me die my whole life