my heartstrings cease to strain
i've aquired a taste for poisoned lips drank
deep of this disease
in 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 aquired a taste for poisoned lips drank
deep of this disease
in 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
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