Collector of the dead

She:
Now it seems to me
On the edge of the world
On the edge I cry…I cry

Unawares it is
Now my world has a frame
I´m a butterfly…just a butterfly

Bridge:
He:
Fortune has come to give…me a chance
To make my dreams come alive
She´s the one I love and…idolize
Forever will be only mine!

She:
I am living in
See through glass prison
Beating with my wings…my wings

Get all I want here
In icy golden walls
But no setting free…set me free!

Bridge:
He:
Nothing I got for free…in this world
It would last forevermore
Now I will take tight…all my chances
Even if I would break the law

Chorus:
He: The most beatiful one
In my collection shrine
She: I´m the last alive
Among your butterflies
He: I´ll teach you to love me
And nothing can stop me
She: You want see me pinned
Making no move no screams
He: One day you´ll be mine
She: I´ll never be you´re mad
He: Dead or alive
´cos I´m collector
Collector of the dead

She: I´m sick call a doctor
I´m sick call a doctor please
He: He´s coming
She: You liar!
He: He´s coming
She: I don´t wanna die!
He: You´ll be ok
She: I don´t wanna die
Don´t wanna
Don´t wanna…
…die…

He:
She´s in my collection now
Dead like the others
But her beauty is fading away
I can´t have her forever…no!

Now I remember…remember a picture
Of a girl passed before me
When I was driving…driving for a doctor
She´ll be better in loving me

Amazing Hugo ... so sad

that kicks *** man... very expressive and creative.... wow....I'd like to here that one.