Is It Progression If a Cannibal Uses a Fork?

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 at their eyes, they always seem to follow

Look at 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 what's going on in that

Pretty little head of yours

Where every day's 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 graveyard

May this night never see morning

It's finally what we're not

Maybe you're the one that's overrated

Shriek and scream, much too horrified to speak

Out of tune, this tale of terror

The solemn tolling of the funeral bell

I want to know what's going on in that

Pretty little head of yours

Where every day's a Bone Palace Ballet

Every day

Jealousy is strong

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 is blood on the walls

And the sheets smell like sweat and sex

We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife and the mockingbird

With our blood

Out of tune, this tale of terror

The solemn tolling of the funeral bell

I want to know what's going on in that

Pretty little head of yours

Where every day's a Bone Palace Ballet