Two inches from a main artery
Through the eyes of the dead
Broken glass is the reason she'll
remember my face now she is imprisoned
in a land not for the weakened heart a land
filled with miles of fire and the lamb
dine on the priest you can't save her 62 reasons to remember my face this is my idea of beauty laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves waiting for an angel to come save her from this burning paradise an indelicate display of lacerations across her body this is my idea of beauty you cant' save her
remember my face now she is imprisoned
in a land not for the weakened heart a land
filled with miles of fire and the lamb
dine on the priest you can't save her 62 reasons to remember my face this is my idea of beauty laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves waiting for an angel to come save her from this burning paradise an indelicate display of lacerations across her body this is my idea of beauty you cant' save her
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