It seems that our hearts just don't beat the way they used to, dear.
But you know,
that these feet still move.
Hey!

A union between living corpses,
A wicked symphony,
& a bouquet of flies.
I'll kiss the maggots right out of your skin.
We can sweet talk, until our teeth fall off.
I couldn't change,
& I wouldn't
if I wanted to.
You are my rot.
It's all I've got.
Baby, that's all I ask of you.

It's dinner & a show,
With worms as the only party guests we know.
We speak through hidden fingers,
We foxtrot on the hearse that drove us home.
So can I live in this
kaleidoscope with you?
Can I drag bodies through your veins although there's mud on my shoes?

It seems that our hearts just don't beat the way they used to, dear.
But you know,
that these feet still move.
Oh, how your tiny pretty,
Hands, dig tiny pretty graves.
I could never sleep as well as you do.

Yeah!
This grave won't keep your secrets, doll.
The grave won't keep your secrets, & neither will I.
You say that you dance better on your own
But I beg to differ, 'cause thats what your hips told me,
When they found us, haunting the streets.

It seems that our hearts just don't beat the way they used to, dear.
But you know,
that these feet still move.
Oh, how your tiny pretty,
Hands, dig tiny pretty graves.
I could never sleep as well as you do.

I would let you creep me out, until the end of the world.

But how could you say,
that you don't wanna haunt this cemetery with me?
You always swore, that we would dance until the sun swallowed the moon.

Now you're just another nihilist with a fetish for deja vu.
Another animal who doesn't care whats killing you.
We wouldn't change the world, so we couldn't change ourselves.
This happened on its own so all that ends well, is well.

It seems that our hearts just don't beat the way they used to, dear.
But you know,
that these feet still move.
Oh, how your tiny pretty,
Hands, dig tiny pretty graves.
I could never sleep as well as you do.