Idioma Origen:
Now what have I become?
It's more black in my heart.
Than the ice in your lungs.
Hail elegance as we revel in the lust of pure destruction.
"Miss Cadaverous", let me light the darkness in your eyes.
I am yours.
Like the stillness of a corpse. With a heart bound by ache
Though it doesn't beat it breaks.
I am cursed
I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
We're caught in all the webs we weave No sonnet for the recently deceased.
They lie awake just to hear you scream
Strip the world and paint it fucking black
Now what have you become?
You once felt like home
Now a ghost in the fog.
The funeral song of misery was played on keys of ivory
"Miss Cadaverous", show me who you really fucking are
In my eyes I am yours
Such a paleness I adore
With a heart bound by pain
Though it doesn't beat it breaks
I am cursed
I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
We're caught in all the webs we weave
No sonnet for the recently deceased.
They lie awake just to hear you...
Right here, right now
Burn it fucking down
Oh what a mess I have made of my life
"His arms are around me,
His tongue in my eyes"
Hide my face from the light
"The Spider man is having me for dinner tonight"
I am cursed
Now go back to the start, I still hear her voice
But she's lost in the fog
I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
We're caught in all the webs we weave
No sonnet for the recently deceased.
They lie awake just to hear you scream
Strip the world
And paint it fucking black
Your "love" is just a frail disguise
To hide the pain behind your eyes
In Lacerated lullabies
We all fall down
Your "love" is just your alibi
The antidote of your demise
In lacerated lullabies
We all fall down.
Idioma Destino:
Now what have I become?
It's more black in my heart.
Than the ice in your lungs.
Hail elegance as we revel in the lust of pure destruction.
"Miss Cadaverous", let me light the darkness in your eyes.
I am yours.
Like the stillness of a corpse. With a heart bound by ache
Though it doesn't beat it breaks.
I am cursed
I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
We're caught in all the webs we weave No sonnet for the recently deceased.
They lie awake just to hear you scream
Strip the world and paint it fucking black
Now what have you become?
You once felt like home
Now a ghost in the fog.
The funeral song of misery was played on keys of ivory
"Miss Cadaverous", show me who you really fucking are
In my eyes I am yours
Such a paleness I adore
With a heart bound by pain
Though it doesn't beat it breaks
I am cursed
I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
We're caught in all the webs we weave
No sonnet for the recently deceased.
They lie awake just to hear you...
Right here, right now
Burn it fucking down
Oh what a mess I have made of my life
"His arms are around me,
His tongue in my eyes"
Hide my face from the light
"The Spider man is having me for dinner tonight"
I am cursed
Now go back to the start, I still hear her voice
But she's lost in the fog
I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
We're caught in all the webs we weave
No sonnet for the recently deceased.
They lie awake just to hear you scream
Strip the world
And paint it fucking black
Your "love" is just a frail disguise
To hide the pain behind your eyes
In Lacerated lullabies
We all fall down
Your "love" is just your alibi
The antidote of your demise
In lacerated lullabies
We all fall down.