Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork?

have you guys ever read the poem the bells by edgar allen poe? yeah. lots of references in the chorus from that poem

hey everyone, you should stop thinking you know everything cuz i have not seen a single comment with the right lyrics. ....we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird, WISH US LUCK. it was taken from a charles bukowski poem called No Title. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard is another line in that poem. I love chiodos but a lot of this album is taken from bukowski's poems, and i think it's cool that they can do that and make it sound good, but they should write their own stuff. just wanted to say that cuz i'm sick of seeing with the blood. and the lyrics in the lyric book are right most of the time, the part that you don't hear in this song is actually said at the same time as the talking part, it's just in the background. open your ears and you'll hear it.

The chorus is from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Bells," which is just about the progression of life...Step 1: being born, Step 2: Growing up and getting married, Step 3: Death, and Step 4: The afterlife. This song is about getting married and being betrayed...The hell that life really is.

"The Bells" Edgar Allan Poe

Hear the loud alarm bells --- Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How the scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now --- now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair!

^^^^^ See? (: I had to read this poem for my English class, and I was like, whoa! Chiodos! Edgar Allan Poe kicks ass! (:(:(:

yeah, maybe, but it doesnt make them any worse

theyre still amazing

Ok here are the correct ones ;)

Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world and this suggestion of horror The portraits on the walls The look in their eyes they always seem to follow

The look in their eyes they always seem to follow me!!

Out of tune this tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours

Everyday is a bone palace ballet

Biting the flesh from your finger You know I just cant help myself I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard May this night never see morning it's finally worth it now Maybe you're the one thats overrated. shriek and scream much too horrified to speak

Out of tune this tale of terror the slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours Everyday is a bone palace ballet

Everyday!

This morning i woke up i rubbed my eyes and i took a quick glance around the room and saw what happened here last night there was blood on the walls and the sheets smelled like sweat and sex we have narrowed it down to a butcher knife and the mockingbird with the blood.

Out of tune this tale of terror the slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know whats going on in that pretty little head of yours Everyday is a bone palace ballet

well.. this song is different.. not one of their best songs in my opinions but its not bad i think its about a girl likeing him but him not likeing her back and he basically gives into the temptation of her even though he knows he shouldnt and realizes the mistake he made afterward idk maybe this is completly off but w.e

hey, i think it says "and this suggestion of horror" not "in this suggestion of horror".

in reference to "this horrible world", meaning that the horrible world is the suggestion of horror which, should leave them as a connected sentence

i think this song is amazing, but i just dont see wat happened with them staying away from the verse, chorus, verse thing. cause it says it in their band bio on their myspace that they avoided that. but it seems like this song feel into it.

fell* not feel. my bad

i think this is right, but its missing a few words:

Listen up, sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this horrible world In this suggestion of horror The portraits on the walls (The look in their eyes; they always seem to follow) (The look in their eyes; they always seem to follow me)

Out of tune This tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know what's going on In that pretty little head of yours Every day is a bone palace ballet

Biting the flesh from your finger You know I just can't help myself I wish to believe But belief is a graveyard May this night never see morning It's finally worth it now Maybe you're the one that's overrated Shriek and scream Much too horrified to speak

Out of tune This tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know what's going on In that pretty little head of yours Every day is a bone palace ballet Every day

This morning I woke up I rubbed my eyes And I took a quick glance around the room And saw what happened here last night There was blood on the walls And sheets smelled like sweat and sex We have narrowed it down To the butcher knife and mockingbird With the blood

Out of tune This tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know what's going on In that pretty little head of yours Every day is a bone palace ballet

and i think this version fill in all the missing words:

Listen up, sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl In this horrible world And this suggestion of horror; (in) The portraits of the walls The look in their eyes; they always seem to follow The look in their eyes; they always seem to follow me

Out of tune This tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know what's going on In that pretty little head of yours Where every day is a bone palace ballet

Biting the flesh from your finger You know I just can't help myself(help myself...) I wish to believe But belief is a graveyard May this night never see morning It's finally worth it now Maybe you're the one that's overrated Shriek and scream Much too horrified to speak!

Go!(?)

Out of tune This tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know what's going on In that pretty little head of yours Where every day is a bone palace ballet Every Day! Every Day!

This morning I woke up I rubbed my eyes And I took a quick glance around the room And saw what happened here last night There was blood on the walls And sheets smelled like sweat and sex We have narrowed it down To the butcher knife and the mockingbird With the blood

Out of tune This tale of terror The slow tolling of the funeral bell I want to know what's going on In that pretty little head of yours Where every day is a bone palace ballet