Painting Affliction.
Cross the locks and break the chains,
Cause the telephones going insane.
She was everything anyone could ever want
But, you don't know her.
As the lights shine, everything’s just a blur.
Transferring words that never seemed to make a place,
She's the queen of a dispatching case.
What a royal name of grieve reliance, but it's not the grace in her ways.
She plays the bass; she's shattered every fucking vase.
As she left the room, she broke her love.
Ruling spurting a lie.
Making sure she won't muster a bye.
If she won't listen
The call went wrong,
So long, long gone
This is where she must belong.
She's tied in her dress, without help,
Everything always seems to be a mess.
Pulling on her ribbons, babe, you've been driving her insane.
Melodramatic cries of her swollen lips
she won't last the war
Wouldn't you much rather attain your own vain?
That's not her name.
Not her life.
Not her refrain.
So, why won't we sit around and take a sip of champagne?
Tragedies like these always,
Last a death, a love, and a heart thrown away.
Displaying her given mask, she always sways away.
If I could just love before it's too late, I wouldn't feel bad.
Cause the telephones going insane.
She was everything anyone could ever want
But, you don't know her.
As the lights shine, everything’s just a blur.
Transferring words that never seemed to make a place,
She's the queen of a dispatching case.
What a royal name of grieve reliance, but it's not the grace in her ways.
She plays the bass; she's shattered every fucking vase.
As she left the room, she broke her love.
Ruling spurting a lie.
Making sure she won't muster a bye.
If she won't listen
The call went wrong,
So long, long gone
This is where she must belong.
She's tied in her dress, without help,
Everything always seems to be a mess.
Pulling on her ribbons, babe, you've been driving her insane.
Melodramatic cries of her swollen lips
she won't last the war
Wouldn't you much rather attain your own vain?
That's not her name.
Not her life.
Not her refrain.
So, why won't we sit around and take a sip of champagne?
Tragedies like these always,
Last a death, a love, and a heart thrown away.
Displaying her given mask, she always sways away.
If I could just love before it's too late, I wouldn't feel bad.