Chaos Winds Its Wire-Mesh

Chaos winds its wire mesh around my heart. But I've got wire cutters like a black widow spider. And I will be the one to entangle her heart. Thread it like silk, and wear it for my crown. I'll melt down her tiara and cast silver light. Out of shadow; into splintered jewels, gold. That'll dance like shaken dew when the gipsy Remain's camped, doesn't want to run away, Oh, chaos winds its wire mesh around my heart. But now I'm never happier than when it's dark. And, I find the starlight hidden in her heart. Like the black keys on a piano, all-in tune. Missing only that opposite spark Ebony heart, make music with me. Beneath this broken web, this ivory moon tonight