Her mere appearance is of misery
And apparently only she could see
Through me
So cold
So bold
Her spitting image is of agony
And apparently even she could be
From me
So far
So noir
If only I could look into her eyes again
If only I could eat her little lies again
My lady morgue
A withered uterus your sorcery
And apparently not only I could be
In thee
Profound
Unbound
If only I could look into your eyes again
If only I could eat eat your little lies again
Maybe then I could change my ways
Maybe then I could understand
Not to see him every single man
If only I could look into your eyes again
If only I could look into your eyes
My lady morgue
