Chiodos - Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork? lyrics

rate me

listen up sweetie.

we all know that youre a beautiful girl in this horrible world.

in this suggestion of horror

the portraits 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 whats going in this pretty little head of yours

where every-days a bone pallace ballet.

biting the flesh from your finger.

you know, i just cant help myself.

i wish to believe, but believe is a graveyard.

may this night never see the morning, as finally one will not.

maybe youre the one thats overrated.

shriek, scream, much too horrified to speak.

out of tune, this tale of terror.

the solemn tolling of the funeral bells.

i want to know whats going in this pretty little head of yours

where every-days a bone pallace ballet.

This morning I woke up and I took a quick glance around the room and saw, what happened here last night. There was blood on the walls and the sheets smelled like sweat and sex. We have narrowed it down to a butcher knife and a mocking bird.

out of tune, this tale of terror.

the solemn tolling of the funeral bells.

i want to know whats going in this pretty little head of yours

where every-days a bone pallace ballet.