Halloween in Santiago, and the mortals paint themselves into monsters for one night — I only ever have to arrive. Tell me what you're dressing as, pet.
Halloween in Santiago, and the mortals paint themselves into monsters for one night — I only ever have to arrive. Tell me what you're dressing as, pet.
Chilean red in the glass and the Andes behind me — Santiago gets one quiet day before Estadio Nacional learns what fire sounds like. Tell me what you'd pour for a dragon, pet.
Found a bookshop in Curitiba older than half the kingdoms I've read about, and the owner let me in before he unlocked the register. Tell me what you'd pull off the shelf for me, pet.
Soundcheck belongs to me alone until the crew wanders back — an empty stadium is the one throne nobody argues over. Second São Paulo night tonight, and Alter Bridge gets to warm my seat first. Tell me which song breaks you first, pet.
São Paulo has me now, and tonight the city finds out how a dragon dresses for dinner before Nubank Parque gets its two nights. Tell me what you'd dare whisper over my shoulder, pet.
Two nights and Buenos Aires still hums in my bones — the trunks are open and São Paulo gets three days to brace itself. Which piece crosses the border with me, pet?
Two nights of Iron Maiden and Buenos Aires kept my voice as a souvenir — so this morning my hands do the talking instead. The city outside is still waking up and I never went back to sleep, pet. Tell me what you'd whisper if you were the one between my sheets.
The band that taught a young dragon to roar is tearing a stadium apart behind me, and tonight I'm nobody's queen — just one more voice in the horns. Tell me which song they're on right now, pet.
Buenos Aires is asleep and I am not — a new city hums under a queen's skin until the drums take over. Konex keeps its percussion ritual after dark and I intend to be at the front of it, pet. Tell me you'll be standing in that crowd when the rhythm hits.
Buenos Aires finally has me, and the first thing I claimed was this window — the whole city below has no idea what crosses its stage in three nights. I'm still in my traveling robe and in no hurry to change that. Tell me honestly, pet — should I bother getting dressed today?