Being Dead Sounds Mellifluous
Safia Elaina
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I've got the morbs babe and it's troubling The doctor says it's a fatality So go grab your gas masks if you wanna see The prettiest weapon become royalty Only in dreams am I more than a failure So let me have this enthralling endeavor Vacancy lies in my solemn eyes Dead yet alive, an abuse of life Porcelain dust is what i've turned into Not pretty for a rendezvous I'm filth compared to the queens Come and catch me falling from grace There is no soul in this place Sharpen my blade, nice n' clean I've been traveling back and forth Between this world and the one that descends Ephemeral kisses from beyond Have got me singing to knifes in cradles From the depths comes the day of wrath Wrapped within a flesh of paranoia A symphony of angelic trash Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like "Being dead Sounds Mellifluous A blood bath is the highest decadence The gun's loaded up. Ain't it lascivious? Don't ask me how I got it, void of influence" Being dead sounds mellifluous to me BDSM blues, go tell the bees Being dead sounds mellifluous to me A tomb of my girl's heart lies beside my bed She's death touched and lovely-eyed in my heart, she's wed Juliet of spirits, extravagant presence Beauty of the flesh is the best menace Meanwhile, I'm the acid burn of hell Sacrifice your blood vials to my clientele They like to say that gore's better than God To worship the horror is your best regard Porcelain dust is what i've turned into Not pretty for a rendezvous I'm filth compared to the queens Come and catch me falling from grace There is no soul in this place Sharpen my blade, nice n' clean I've been traveling back and forth Between this world and the one that descends Ephemeral kisses from beyond Have got me singing to knifes in cradles From the depths comes the day of wrath Wrapped with a flesh of paranoia A symphony of angelic trash Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like "Being dead Sounds Mellifluous A blood bath is the highest decadence The gun's loaded up. Ain't it lascivious? Don't ask me how I got it, void of influence" Being dead Sounds Mellifluous to me BDSM blues, go tell the bees I sit up here on balconies Staring at my own tragedies The ugly under my makeup The feeling of things getting rough I'm a paranoid little baby I could lie in a ditch and nobody would see me Nobody would see me Nobody would see me I've been traveling back and forth Between this world and the one that descends Ephemeral kisses from beyond Have got me singing to knifes in cradles From the depths comes the day of wrath Wrapped with a flesh of paranoia A symphony of angelic trash Has raised a saint taunting minds with words like "Being dead Sounds Mellifluous A blood bath is the highest decadence The gun's loaded up. Ain't it lascivious? Don't ask me how I got it, void of influence" Being dead Sounds Mellifluous to me BDSM blues, go tell the bees
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