Razorblades Lyrics

Within her walls the shadows ride
On razor blades of gold
And beauty dreams of suffering
Possessed by sickness cold

Her eyes are dead as marble bone
So soft the flesh that wanes
The mirror like a sleeping god
Ignoring yet her pain

The ghost of sleep hold no release
She stays awake to bleed
But sanguine tears and pretty words
Will never see her freed

Her eyes are dead as marble bone
So soft the flesh that wanes
The mirror like a sleeping god
Ignoring yet her pain

Poor beauty weeps in darkness still
Her hands encased in stone
That echoes her silent screaming
And the flesh is afraid of the bone

Her eyes are dead as marble bone
So soft the flesh that wanes
The mirror like a sleeping god
Ignoring yet her pain