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
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