Chiodos - Is It Progression if a Cannibal Uses a Fork? lyrics
[Chiodos - Is It Progression if a Cannibal Uses a Fork? lyrics]
Listen up sweetie
We all know that you're a beautiful
Girl in this horrible world
In this suggestion of horror
The portrait's 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 every day's a bone palace ballet
Biting the flesh from your finger
You know, I just can't help myself
I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard
May this night never see morning
As finally one will not
Maybe you're the one that's overrated
Shriek and scream
Much too horrified to speak
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
Wish us luck
(Flowers of red, begin to bloom on the white
Sheets in her room
Our lifeless bodies, lying there rotting
For all of time, and eternity)
We all know that you're a beautiful
Girl in this horrible world
In this suggestion of horror
The portrait's 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 every day's a bone palace ballet
Biting the flesh from your finger
You know, I just can't help myself
I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard
May this night never see morning
As finally one will not
Maybe you're the one that's overrated
Shriek and scream
Much too horrified to speak
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
Wish us luck
(Flowers of red, begin to bloom on the white
Sheets in her room
Our lifeless bodies, lying there rotting
For all of time, and eternity)