We all know that you're a beautiful girl
In this horrible world
And this suggestion of horror
The portraits on the walls
Look at their eyes
They always seem to follow
Look at their eyes
They always seem to follow me
Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday's a bone palace ballet
Biting the flesh from your finger
You know I just just can't help myself
I wish to believe
But belief is a graveyard
May this light never see morning
As finally one will not
Maybe you're the one that's overrated.
Shriek and scream much too horrified
To speak
Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday's a bone palace ballet
Flowers of red begin to bloom on the
White sheets in her room
Our lifeless bodies
Lying there rotting for all of time
(sang at the same time)
This morning I woke up
I rubbed my eyes and I
Took a quick glance around the room
And saw what happened here last night
There was blood on the walls
And the sheets smelled like sweat and s**
We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife
And the mockingbird with the blood.
Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday's a bone palace ballet
Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this horrible world And this suggestion of horror The portraits on the walls Look at their eyes They always seem to follow Look at their eyes They always seem to follow me Out of tune this tale of terror The solemn tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet Biting the flesh from your finger You know I just just can't help myself I wish to believe But belief is a graveyard May this light never see morning As finally one will not Maybe you're the one that's overrated. Shriek and scream much too horrified To speak Out of tune this tale of terror The solemn tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet Flowers of red begin to bloom on the White sheets in her room Our lifeless bodies Lying there rotting for all of time (sang at the same time) This morning I woke up I rubbed my eyes and I Took a quick glance around the room And saw what happened here last night There was blood on the walls And the sheets smelled like sweat and s** We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife And the mockingbird with the blood. Out of tune this tale of terror The solemn tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that Pretty little head of yours Where everyday's a bone palace ballet Explain Request ×
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