Her mere appearance is of misery And apparently only she could see Through me So cold So bold Her spitting image is of agony And apparently even she could be From me So far So noir
If only I could look into her eyes again If only I could eat her little lies again My lady morgue
A withered uterus your sorcery And apparently not only I could be In thee Profound Unbound
If only I could look into your eyes again If only I could eat eat your little lies again
Maybe then I could change my ways Maybe then I could understand Not to see him every single man
If only I could look into your eyes again If only I could look into your eyes My lady morgue
