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


the look in your eyes
they always seem to follow


the look in your eyes
they always seem to follow me


out of tune this tale of terror
the slow tolling of the funeral bell
i want to know whats going on in that

pretty little head of yours
everyday is a bone palace ballet


biting the flesh from your finger
you know i just just cant help myself
i wish it were believe

but belief is a graveyard
may this light never see morning
its finally what were not


maybe you're the one thats overrated.
strike and scream much too horrified

to speak

out of tune this tale of terror

the slow tolling of the funeral bell
i want to know whats going on in that
pretty little head of yours

everyday is a bone palace ballet

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 a butcher knife

and the mockingbird with the blood.

out of tune this tale of terror

the slow tolling of the funeral bell
i want to know whats going on in that
pretty little head of yours

everyday is a bone palace ballet