Super Lyrics

Listen up sweetie
We all know that you’re a beautiful girl
In this horrible world
And 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 what’s going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday’s a bone palace ballet

Biting the flesh from your finger
You know I just just can’t help myself
I wish to believe
But belief is a graveyard
May this light never see morning
As finally one will not

Maybe you’re the one that’s overrated.
Shriek and scream much too horrified
To speak

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 everyday’s a bone palace ballet

Flowers of red begin to bloom on the
White sheets in her room
Our lifeless bodies
Lying there rotting for all of time

(sang at the same time)

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 the sheets smelled like sweat and sex
We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife
And the mockingbird with the blood.

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 everyday’s a bone palace ballet

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I’ve been hiding in this bed for weeks from this
Throats raw from screaming and I haven’t said a word
The sky is calling, and the stars, they point to this

To a chair we see your breath in the air (breath in the air)
but only for a little while
Your cold pale skin and tainted purple lips
Let me embrace you with this kiss
And together we’ll float like angels
Together… together we will float like angels

Higher than the heavens the clouds part ways
“Promise me to never look down!”, and we’ll stay like this forever

If your stomach feels weak, then my work here is done
To hide from our twisted ways,
I’ve been hiding in this bed
Been hiding in this bed for weeks

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