The Heretic

inevitably but started to bleed and couldn't be stopped thats just his incredible luck to lift and be struck a curious thanks a moment to think before we both sing that beauty's a lie, so sweetly and don't be afraid don't be afraid don't be afraid does this look like there my pumpkin boy i'm crying again i've started again my pumpkin boy don't miss you in hell What carnage you've left my pumpkin boy and now we're dead Remember your flesh my pumpkin boy to see you explain your soul's on rest what kind of brine is this dry your, dry your eyes the salt is wide if burning flesh means finding the one does this look like there my pumpkin boy i'm crying again i've started again my pumpkin boy don't miss you in hell What carnage you've left my pumpkin boy and now we're dead Remember your flesh my pumpkin boy to see you explain (flesh is heretic. my body is a witch; i am burning it) my pumpkin boy