Baby,how can you be so extremelly naive
this sugar is just white ash.
Yes,I have a talent to deceive rather than grieve,
And you can’t tell the diference between pastry and trash.

You used to call me candy girl
say I'm sweeter than zacharinne.
Love is good,yes I can tell.
But nothing tastes like sin.

Look closer and you will see
this chocolate is just worms and mud.
yet you don't stop and you don't flee...
even if I’m making you sad.

I'm made of cotton candy,
sweet but bitter deep inside.
Say I got a little mouldy,
But you still want me by your side.

Oh!Can’t you realise
This candy girl is rotten
She has taken you by surprise
See how miserable and lonely you’ve gotten.

All you really want is a little slice
So help yourself and grab a knife.
Don’t worry about the blood,just put her in the ice
Time to try some,the taste of a body with no life.

A candy girl’s heart should be sweet
yet hers was rather salty and smelled like beef.
still she really made a nice piece of meat.
And he spent hours to brush the blood off his teeth.

He takes her body where they had gone
On their very first date.
And buries her deep next to a tombstone
Few steps away from the cemetery gate.

Two months pass and from under the ground.
Someone has risen by the tears which were never shed.
he wakes up by an eerie voice's sound
and faces her, grining above his head.

You used to call me Candy girl,
now remains of a former living lover
you used to say I'm sweeter than zacharinne
well,I'm glad to inform you that our relationship is over.

Although their end was bitter,
there's something that needs to be said
a candy is yummy,but she's much sweeter...

when she's dead.