Woorden: The Agony Scene. The Lines Of Suicide.

My heartstrings cease to strain
I've acquired a taste for poisoned lips
Drank deep of this disease in me
Adored with prying eyes
Beneath a mask made of flesh and thorns

Collected from the ones she'd loved before
Collected from the ones she'd loved before
Collected from the ones she'd loved before
Collected from the ones she'd loved before

My heartstrings cease to strain
I've acquired a taste for poisoned lips
Drank deep of this disease in me
Adored with prying eyes
Beneath a mask made of flesh and thorns

Her eyes were opened wide
She now could see forever
Traced deep the marks she'd made
With her razor

Her eyes were opened wide
She now could see forever
Traced deep the marks she'd made
With her razor

The lines of suicide
The lines of suicide
The lines of suicide
The lines of suicide