Do you know the fastest way to a girls heart?   I'll ask but once! Come out you fool! You have to the count of...   ... 8... 7... 6... 5... DIE!      It's straight through her ribs   To guise the Wench in fibs   (Is this the best you got... for... me?)   Her snare would catch his heart   Fowl the Beast a man apart   Is that your worst? Is that your scare?   Is this the…   (Is this the best you got... for... me?)   Despite his feint his voice would break   Of a bloody cry to keepsake      Dawn the early light   That drapes across her dress   She wore his threnody   Of a dream so contrived   Towards the spire now of clandestine the lady   My heart never felt so weary… What would she have to say?      (Cowardly men cower when men fall faster than their blood)   (His quivered voice could coax for chivalry in martyrdom)   Severely overwhelming    Dripping numbers bleed the odds   Exposing inner portraits   Grotesque upon the gallop      Awe! Oh! Awe!... Oh the Awful!      It's straight through her ribs   To guise the Wench in fibs   (Is this the best you got... for... me?)   Her snare would catch his heart   Fowl the Beast a man apart   Is that your worst? Is that your scare?   Is this the…   (Is this the best you got... for... me?)   Despite his feint his voice would break   Of a bloody cry to keepsake      Cursed be you... The General of tragedy   Cursed be   The General   Cursed be you... The General of tragedy   This is my final fervor   Raging at the least      Startled by a knock   She's quickened by the handle   What are you doing here?   Never mind all the questions   No smiles on today   So company these vials   Alleviate his torture   And prepare for the vile      (Silence served him well but the mockery would swell)   (Lurking from the palace walls rumbles of his devious glum)   You stagger and you stumble   Your mannerism's crude!   Don't shame from nature stranger   Shame from what you've done!