Meeting in the Mortuary[song]

Fading Black at this monotonous masquarade
Bleeding mascara of lithium blue
Watching the dance in this wholesome parade
All of the lies seeming so true

Tiny ballet on this black and red dance floor
Never has there been someone worthy to die for
Bloody red beauty of the blackened night
Grace me with your presence tonight

She's twirling twirling
Like there's no end
She's dancing around
The colorless dead

Isn't she the prettiest girl in the morgue?
The most tragedy struck with a capital T
All the men would really hoard
But she's with me, so they all sit there bored

Doesn't she look prety in the funeral ware?
The best damn black and that rich dark hair
Isn't she the prettiest at this penitence ball
Just pray that she doesn't fall

She's smiling smiling
But crying inside
She's runningaway
From things she can't hide

Lie here on these colorless shingles
Look up, look down we're above it all
Don't you get the strange sensations and tingles?
Don't you hear them call?

hey're calling your name
And nothing's the same
Now come closer
I have a secret to tell...

__________________________...she fell