Chiodos - Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork? Lyrics

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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 whats going on in that pretty little head of yours 
Where every-days a bone pallace ballet

Biting the flesh from your finger
You know, i just cant help myself 
I wish to believe, but believe is a graveyard 
May this night never see the morning, as finally one will not 
Maybe youre the one thats overrated 
Shriek, scream, much too horrified to speak 

Out of tune, this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours 
Where every-days a bone pallace ballet

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 a 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 whats going on in that pretty little head of yours 
Where every-days a bone pallace ballet

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lyrics submitted by Ernesto on 17-10-2007
lyrics corrected on 23-10-2009