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