Music: Tom Alonso
Erik:
For so long I had believed
That all I’d crave was solitude,
To dwell beneath the earth so still,
Just my music, all that would fulfill.
Seeing my fate as fortune glorified,
I blessed the curse I’d come to bear,
And never to worry, or to hurry,
Or to hurt, or to care.
But how quickly we forget
Such a sure and perfect plan
And unlearn the passions that once had burned.
But how could I have seen?
What was I to do?
How could I know I would find you?
Christine, you could love me.
You are afraid of me, yet I am not wicked.
Oh, why can’t you see that it all could be perfect?
A life side by side, two as one, holding, touching, and then…
Oh, Christine, I’m clever!
I have devised a mask for me. For us. A perfect replica!
They will never even realize what lurks beneath it.
And my friends, Christine.
They will help you decide. They’re clever too!
So beautiful, so carefully constructed, so artful…
They’re mechanisms, Christine.
They control things in this house.
They control our destiny.
They await your hand to tell them what to do.
Choose one and then you’ll become my living, breathing wife.
Choose the other and we stay as one as well…
But not in this life!!
This mass of seething ineptitude,
Telling each lie with such certitude,
Counting blessings when blessings are cheap,
Worshipping beauty when beauty is only… skin deep!
Skin deep!
Poison in the mirror
Define your own perfection
And rape your own reflection
Skin deep!
Thorns behind a rosebud
Are plucking out virgin eyes
Seeing past pious lies
Christine, I’ve never loved before.
So much I’ve yet to learn.
Don’t turn away, nooooOOO!!!
Skin deep!
Poison in the mirror
Define your own perfection
And rape your own reflection
Skin deep!
Thorns behind a rosebud
Are plucking out virgin eyes
Seeing past pious lies
And you, Raoul?
You or me? Some choice!
You fool the world with a thin veneer,
But you’re not worth the salt in my tears!
Years from now, as my music is played,
Every dog in Paris will have pissed on your grave!
And you, friend?
You said, “Better not to know,
Keep your cards off the table,
Leave the eaves undropped,
Let a fable be a fable.”
But you swore on her grave
To protect, not to pester,
Now a promise goes to hell
And a curse still festers!
And the love you never had
Is etched in stone forever,
And haunts you like a demon,
Like a shadow…
Christine! Choose!
Skin deep!
Poison in the mirror
Cards on the table
Thorns behind a rosebud
Murder turns to fable
Call yourself perfection
Rape your own reflection
Pluck out someone’s virgin eyes
Scorpion or otherwise
Right or wrong
Win or lose
Christine…
CHOOSE!