Standing in the rain, pushing through the crowd
Watching them scrape up pieces of your brain
A world without you will never be the same
You left the pain behind
Memories of you playing in my mind
Your body will rot
Pretending you're asleep beneath the earth
Buried in a pretty box as if your corpse had any worth
They call it the coward’s way out, I call it courage
Lifting up the sheet for the coroner, I can't recognize you anymore
But I still think that you're gorgeous, I still think that you're gorgeous
Your reconstructed face. Pity, such beauty went to a putrid waste
The smell of death fuming from your rotting mouth
The tracks of stitches running underneath your blouse
I hope that you're watching this as I give you one last kiss farewell
We’ll meet again in hell
No matter how deep you fall, I will hear your call
Nothing can stand between us nothing at all
Burning slowly forever, at least we're together
Hold my hand and close your eyes
Don't be afraid, everyone dies, your body will rot
Pretending you're asleep beneath the earth
Buried in a pretty box as if your corpse had any worth
They call it the coward’s way out, I call it courage
I still think you're gorgeous, the amber flames lick your tortured face
Our bodies melt
I still think you're gorgeous, the amber flames lick your tortured face
Our bodies melt, and then interlace
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