The Sorry Mortician
In the eyes of a dead girl
All stuffed with cotton
Lay the dreams once so livid,
Now cold and forgotten.
And the makeup can't cover
The scars from her past.
As she lays in her coffin,
It serves as her mask.
The smell in the room
Is of tears and perfume.
So overpowering,
So overwhelming.
And the look in their eyes
As they pass her by
Only describes just
How much they despise her.
On the floor of a kitchen
All covered in blood
Lay fragments of old skin
And the girl's prayer for a flood.
But the sound of smashed skull
Mixed with a crazy man's cry
Might just be enough
To make that flood run dry.
The feel of that room
Is that of a full moon.
It is still dwelling
It's so overwhelming
And the look on his face
Looks like horror, disgrace
When he finds her in her place and
Just laughs in her face.
All stuffed with cotton
Lay the dreams once so livid,
Now cold and forgotten.
And the makeup can't cover
The scars from her past.
As she lays in her coffin,
It serves as her mask.
The smell in the room
Is of tears and perfume.
So overpowering,
So overwhelming.
And the look in their eyes
As they pass her by
Only describes just
How much they despise her.
On the floor of a kitchen
All covered in blood
Lay fragments of old skin
And the girl's prayer for a flood.
But the sound of smashed skull
Mixed with a crazy man's cry
Might just be enough
To make that flood run dry.
The feel of that room
Is that of a full moon.
It is still dwelling
It's so overwhelming
And the look on his face
Looks like horror, disgrace
When he finds her in her place and
Just laughs in her face.