The Sharpest Knife for the Blackest Heart

Porcelain skin against mine, she sent heaven down my spine
I'll never forget the looks she would give
Just like a ghost in my memory
I can't find the words to speak
They echo like knives in my throat

As the blood falls from my lips, remember my face
Remember my love

Pulling my flesh and ripping the seams
Pulling my flesh and ripping the seams

She knows true beauty
Dressed in black
The girl of my nightmares now haunts my daydreams
I'm lying in death's bed, and she is dancing in my head
She is dancing

Pulling my flesh and ripping the seams
Pulling my flesh and ripping the seams

I'm lying in my deathbed
We're lying in our deathbed

She knows true beauty
Dressed in black
Living the dream, dying in nightmares

She knows true beauty
Dressed in black
Living the dream, dying in nightmares



Credits
Writer(s): Old Wounds
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