Theatre Of Ice - Fox

My eyes darken before the electronic scenes
That fill my mind like erotic dreams
I shutter as i feel a silent scream
I lay my brain before the flickering screen
And you are there
Girl with golden hair
The virgin fox
Of the omniscient box
A porno queen
Of my 19-inch screen
A paradox
My little virgin fox

In the drone i hear the monsters call
They're searching now for their living dolls
All they want is to take your all
The curtain fox very soon shall fall
Everyone talks
About the virgin fox
The t.v. screen
Is just a darkened dream
Nothing is sure
Only death is secure
My virgin fox
Beautiful paradox

My little virgin fox so precious
Our love could have been so dark and
Delicious
Smothering all that is cruel and vicious
My love for you will never be capricious
Down on the rocks
My little virgin fox
Your mystery
Is much clearer to me
A teenage whore
That's washed up on shore
The dream is dead
The paradox gone red

Beautiful paradox
My little virgin fox
Your shattered skull
Feeds the hungry seagulls
My little virgin fox
Beautiful paradox