Murder At The Stiletto Formal

OH!


Well, the night is young
And so we dance to pierce this shameless statute
And still I would love to be the suitor
To k-k-kill the motion

And when the dance in sanctioned masked derisions
Bore their point to increase the blood flow of the helpless

And we part the waters of the dying
And their organs are the rapids
The dance hall's sinking
We will not lie here

Tonight, we're the last ones
But the symphony is contrived
So we fawn in time
To negate this collapse of values
Until I fall tonight

But their one of the same breed
And no, this is the same one
That would cast down its cries before the latent gown
But this dying youth has been burnt, sold, and whored to death
With blood lingering upon the hands of the crown

And this beautiful waltz is contortion
And with your breath upon my neck
The contrails dissolve our correlated steps

Oh, my beautiful one!
This love, we can never know...


And the stalker longs to bathe the lovers
In the BLOOD OF SAINTS!

And these dead convictions are deserted
So just drown the survivors
And hang the last children
As a sign to all who oppose the kingdom

They will come for you as well.
"I hear the footsteps in the courtyard."
I'll die with you tonight


And tonight, we're the last ones
But the symphony is contrived
And we'll fawn in time
To negate this collapse of values
Until I fall tonight


OH!