listen up sweetie,
we all know that you're a beautiful girl
in this horrible world

in this suggestion of horror
the portraits on the walls
-look in their eyes they always to follow-

(look in their eyes they always seem to follow me)
out of tune this tale of terror
the solemn tolling of the funeral bell

i want to know whats going on in that
pretty little head of yours
where everyday is a bone palace ballet


biting the flesh from your finger
you know i just can't help myself

i wish to believe but belief is a
grave yard
may this night never see morning as finally one will not

maybe you're the one thats overrated
shriek and scream much to horrified to speak


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

pretty little head of yours
where everyday is a bone palace ballet
(everyday)

this morning 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 mocking bird

..with the blood

out of tune this tale of terror

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

where everyday is a bone palace ballet