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Please, what happened to the flame? (It burned down the sides) |
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With a fondness for cooking history, revealing thoughts of mystery. |
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In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlots life. |
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Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin (The trouble began, it would never end) |
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Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret (The trouble began, it would never end) |
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Free, pardoned by the flame. (That burned down the sides) |
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Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets. |
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In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive. |
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Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin (The trouble began, it would never end) |
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Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret (The trouble began, it would never end) |
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Oh, but her breath escapes her. |
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Oh, but the pulse remains. |
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Oh, but her breath escapes her. |
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Oh, but her pulse remains. |
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Places, People, the stage is set (X2) |
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Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust they tear at her skin (The trouble began, it would never end) |
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Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret (The trouble began, it would never end) (X2) |
