Lyrics of "Gothic Lolita"

Arrangement sk

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Night is a toy

Iris

Crying in the corner

The skull laughs

The cross looks blue

Dream climbing on thorns

Hexagram

Where is the pattern

Will be mysterious

Dolls in rags

Decadent Victorian body

Black eye shadow.

Put on the devil's wings

With the so-called naive torn relationship

The cold of the pupil

Metaphorical inaccessibility

Be a Gothic Lolita

Refuse stupid white provocation

Don't try to speculate about dolls

Lack of courage to face fear

Get back in the tire

Become a poor little baby

What's the mood

Life or death

Charming props

Vampires laugh

The blood on the neck is clear

Thorn on rose

It's just that

It's a kind of decoration

Butterfly spider

It's also very delicate

The proud Saint goes to hell

To be baptized by nightmare

Abandon secular superstition

Made a pact with the scream of the heart

The grayness of the cheek suggests a new birth

Be a Gothic Lolita

Refuse stupid white provocation

Don't try to speculate about dolls

Lack of courage to face fear

Get back in the tire

Become a poor little baby

Be a Gothic Lolita

You have to be gorgeous

Please squat down to show your respect

Fall in love with lace skirt

And rebellious lips

It's incredible to test the world