Listen up, sweetie
We all know that you're a beautiful girl
In this horrible world
And this suggestion of horror;
(in) The portraits of the walls
The look in their eyes, they always seem to follow
The look in their eyes, they always seem to follow me
Out of tune
This tale of terror
The slow tolling of the funeral bell
I want to know what's going on
In that pretty little head of yours
Where every day is a bone palace ballet!
Biting the flesh from your finger
You know I just can't help myself(help myself...)
I wish to believe
But belief is a graveyard
May this night never see morning
It's finally worth it now
Maybe you're the one that's overrated
Shriek and scream
Much too horrified to speak!
Go!(?)
Out of tune
This tale of terror
The slow tolling of the funeral bell
I want to know what's going on
In that pretty little head of yours
Where every day is a bone palace ballet!
Every Day!
Every Day!
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 sheets smelled like sweat and sex
We have narrowed it down
To the butcher knife and the mockingbird
With the blood
Out of tune
This tale of terror
The slow tolling of the funeral bell
I want to know what's going on
In that pretty little head of yours
Where every day is a bone palace ballet!
- 专辑：Bone Palace Ballet
- 歌手：Chiodos
- 歌曲：Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork?
