Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork? Lyrics - Singles - Chiodos

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 

Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow 

Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow me 

Out of tune this tale of terror 

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells 

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours 

Where every day's 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 light never see morning, as finally one will not 

Maybe you're the one that's overrated 

Shriek and scream, much too horrified to speak 

Out of tune this tale of terror 

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells 

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours 

Where every day's a Bone Palace Ballet 

Every day, [Incomprehensible] 

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 the butcher knife 

And the mockingbird with the blood 

Out of tune this tale of terror 

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells 

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours 

Where every day's a Bone Palace Ballet