The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it
I could have buried all my dead up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin
Then, it seemed like a one car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedyWays to make the tiny satisfaction disappearBlow out the candles on all my Frankensteins
At least my death wish will come true
You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a birthday
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than youPutting holes in happiness
We'll paint the future black if it needs any color
My death sentence is a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde
But the grass is greener here and, I can see all of your snakesYou wear your ruins well, please, run away with me to hellBlow out the candles on all my Frankensteins
At least my death wish will come true
You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a birthday
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you
Composição: Marilyn Manson / Tim Skold.
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