Mouth Of The Architect - A Beautiful Corpse текст песни

A beautiful corpse sits waiting
So lost and silently begging
Murder in it’s heart… squirms for air and light
It is a knife, handle deep in your neck
Tearing flesh from bone… flesh from bone
Falling through lust and love
Skin on skin
You never win
One last time
Kiss these broken lips goodbye
Sweeter than honey and lies