Bed of nails and a heart of gold
Never cries for a stories told
No friends in the art of pain,
no rest till she sees him again
No love from the souls they save
No soul ever knows her face
It's a crime, it's a crying shame
These are the rules of the dying game.
She falls for this thing called murder, the fear only takes her further. She tries to hide but it pulls, it pulls, it pulls her back again
She lives for this thing called murder, she swears it will never hurt her, she lives the lie and it pulls, it pulls, her back again
She'll start a fire with no oxygen, finds joy in burning the hearts of men,
Never worried about being condemned, she says we're all gonna die in the end.
She hides what lies within as she covers up her eyes with sin.
Cold eyes and pale skin, just shows me that she's dying within.
She falls for this thing called murder, the fear only takes her further. She tries to hide but it pulls, it pulls, it pulls her back again
She lives for this thing called murder, she swears it will never hurt her, she lives the lie and it pulls, it pulls, her back again
The murder calls she glides again
The taste of love, she's alive again
The trust, the drug, the fire within, the chamber in her mind holds the le that lets him in.
She falls for this thing called murder, the fear only takes her further. She tries to hide but it pulls, it pulls, and it pulls her back again

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