A beautiful corpse sits waiting.
So lost and silently begging.
Murder in it's heart... squirms for air and light.
It is a knife, handle deep in your neck.
Tearing flesh from bone... flesh from bone.
Falling through l*** and love,
Skin on skin.
You never win.
One last time,
Kiss these broken lips goodbye.
Sweeter than honey and lies.
So lost and silently begging.
Murder in it's heart... squirms for air and light.
It is a knife, handle deep in your neck.
Tearing flesh from bone... flesh from bone.
Falling through l*** and love,
Skin on skin.
You never win.
One last time,
Kiss these broken lips goodbye.
Sweeter than honey and lies.