Midnight at the glamor show on Sunday night Everybody drink a lotta whiskey and wine We dance like no tomorrow, we're on burlesque time But everybody'
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Verse 1 Now I hear they say its quiet before the storm And it would be over, before you know it There I can see a ray of light through the dark So imma
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight From the disease of conceit Whole lot of people struggling tonight From the disease of conceit Come right
i'm giving you a doctrine of vanity look into the mirror, tell me what you see, look into the mirror and tell me it's not me they're still hungry, their
I'm not cocky, I just love myself, bitch Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the flyest bitch of them all? Never mind I am That bitch is so fucking pretty
Blacked eyes and blood red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life, a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder
And I wonder Where do you get your inspiration? Where do you find your motivation? And what motivates me to hold your hand? And I don't want you to see
sometimes I wish it would never end sometimes I wish I couldn't care sometimes I feel like I'd never see you again take a walk on an autumn night inhale
Maybelline Queens with plastic faces. Modeling their hips and their lips. Bleed yourselves again 'cause your beauty is only skin deep. Following your
Don't say you miss me, yet I must concede There's something I have to explain It isn't easy playing your way I can't even begin to say I'm taking back
I cannot speak of what I feel And yet I feel so much I know that woman's arms can heal me Like an angel's touch She says she likes the accent She thinks
'Twas the oldest story in the book He desires the one thing he cannot have My darling queen, I lay myself at your feet And I shall stay the hands of
A touch of poison seals my fate The dawn echoes the night with my glory The sun himself honors me Once king of roses, now lord of gold The gods themselves
paralyzed by the beauty of those words that so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust suddenly I fear the end of my solitude once a warrior
Black engulfs the dying light As he falls on frail wings of vanity and wax Black engulfs the dying light As he falls on frail wings of vanity and wax
Eyes open to splattered blood Cold tile mocks me as I arise To find the knife is still in my back Shifting thoughts now slow with venom Take me as I
our empire has fallen the columns came crashing down faster that children could outrun the shadows drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their
