Silent stares turn us to a statue-like repose black mascara hides the somber affliction one small sigh of a quiet lullaby one last night to show what we are made of we have lost ourselves in a calculated infatuation leaving us remains of infamous operations its the perfect shape of my heart
I give to you masquerading our abandoned perfections behind closed curtains they cant see what we've become a bruised and bleeding mochery of something that was once so modest reduces us to ashes of sin
A Corpse Named Abel - Titus Arum Lyrics
A Corpse Named Abel - Titus Arum Lyrics
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Silent stares turn us to a statue-like repose black mascara hides the somber affliction one small sigh of a quiet lullaby one last night to show what we are made of we have lost ourselves in a calculated infatuation leaving us remains of infamous operations its the perfect shape of my heart
I give to you masquerading our abandoned perfections behind closed curtains they cant see what we've become a bruised and bleeding mochery of something that was once so modest reduces us to ashes of sin
I give to you masquerading our abandoned perfections behind closed curtains they cant see what we've become a bruised and bleeding mochery of something that was once so modest reduces us to ashes of sin