My heartstrings cease to strain I’ve acquired a taste for poisoned lips Drank deep of this disease, end me
Adored with prying eyes beneath A mask made of flesh and thorns
Collected from the ones she’d loved before Collected from the ones she’d loved before Collected from the ones she’d loved before Collected from the ones she’d loved before
My heartstrings cease to strain I’ve acquired a taste for poisoned lips Drank deep of this disease, end me
Adored with prying eyes beneath A mask made of flesh and thorns
Her eyes were opened wide She now could see forever Traced deep, the marks she’d made With her razor
Her eyes were opened wide She now could see forever Traced deep, the marks she’d made With her razor
The lines of suicide The lines of suicide The lines of suicide The lines of suicide