Beautiful Dead

My death will bring a pestilence
The curse of seven plagues
And through the vile decadence
Beauty gets washed away

Bottle up my broken heart
Despondent and in pieces
Knew 'twas vile from, the start
Your way is full of weakness

Formaldehyde
Book of the Dead
(Removing your brain through)
A hole in your head
Beautiful dead

My death will bring a pestilence
The curse of seven plagues
And through the vile decadence
Beauty gets washed away

Bottle up my broken heart
Despondent and in pieces
Knew 'twas vile from, the start
Your way is full of weakness

Formaldehyde
Book of the Dead
(Removing your brain through)
A hole in your head
Beautiful dead



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Scare
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