Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork? Lyrics

Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork? lyrics

Listen up, sweetie, we all know

That you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world

In this suggestion of horror, the portraits on the walls

Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow



Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow me



Out of tune this tale of terror

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours

Where every day's a Bone Palace Ballet



Biting the flesh from your finger

You know I just can't help myself

I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard

May this light never see morning, as finally one will not



Maybe you're the one that's overrated

Shriek and scream, much too horrified to speak



Out of tune this tale of terror

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours

Where every day's a Bone Palace Ballet

Every day, [Incomprehensible]



This morning I woke up, I rubbed my eyes

And I took a quick glance around the room

And saw what happened here last night



There was blood on the walls

And the sheets smelled like sweat and sex

We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife

And the mockingbird with the blood



Out of tune this tale of terror

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours

Where every day's a Bone Palace Ballet