so delicate in your motion. And I see fear in your eyes The secret to beauty is a scalpel And Charm's in a bottle That can be shattered in a moment your
rid this world of "Love" And on this Red Day the icon of love is bloodied up And I found horns beneath his halo I would stab him a thousand times again To hear
too much to bear These ribs have collapsed The pain is only made greater by these broken bones peircing through my heart My breath can only escape through a
