Treacher Song (Suspiria)

You aren't the one Who once would have challenged The tides But, how I've always wished I had your Fates and fires Burning on my side But, still, was there ever any one thing I could keep myself From spoiling for you I didn't think so And we were never so sure But nor were we ever so unsure And still nothing Nothing is resolved And now Are out combined vanities such That we come to some Dominion, sleeping Lying that cool, steel theatre And we are the palest spectres hanging And our blades are poised for spoils And we are both so jealous Just so jealous right now And treacheries, apparently, abound 'Round here Treason is transparently arisen In my person And treacheries, apparently, abound 'Round here Treasons and transparencies But still nothing is resolved I'm afraid I found that Nothing was ever easy But now, it seems, I've found that Even less is sacred And treacheries, apparently, abound 'Round here Treason is transparently arisen In my person And treacheries, apparently, abound 'Round here Treasons and transparencies But still nothing is resolved...