Being Dead Sounds Mellifluous

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