[Dream] Life is for the alive, my pet.
[It's stiflingly hot, and the delicious smell of cooking meat cannot quite overpower the faint and lingering stench of sewer.
Mrs Lovett is dancing between the meat grinder and the wide open oven. One hand is holding up her skirts, and the other is held up, curved, as if around some invisible dance partner's shoulders. Blood covers the inside of her palm, sticky and hellishly, red - almost fake looking, truth be told. Her face is one of pure joy.]
By the sea Mr Todd
We'll be comfy-cosy!
By the sea Mr Todd
Where there's no one nosy!]
[Something about her voice is oddly shrill, as if she's staving off terror, despite the enraptured expression. Her whirls get more and more mad, and the bright red blood trickles nightmarishly down her arms.]
Mrs Lovett is dancing between the meat grinder and the wide open oven. One hand is holding up her skirts, and the other is held up, curved, as if around some invisible dance partner's shoulders. Blood covers the inside of her palm, sticky and hellishly, red - almost fake looking, truth be told. Her face is one of pure joy.]
By the sea Mr Todd
We'll be comfy-cosy!
By the sea Mr Todd
Where there's no one nosy!]
[Something about her voice is oddly shrill, as if she's staving off terror, despite the enraptured expression. Her whirls get more and more mad, and the bright red blood trickles nightmarishly down her arms.]