Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every Day Paroles

You're just
a ring tone,
that happens when
you get sick enough
to call the one
with bullet holes,
bullet holes for eyes
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else's angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else's angels
I broken open the box
when I spoke the spell
and I became
an entrance wound
to your bedroom grave,
and I was paid
with the shadow of consensual rape and all of your love,
and all of your love letters
read just like my will
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else's angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else's angels
I don't have to see
to know that murderers
are getting prettier
every day
I don't have to see
to know that murderers
are getting prettier
every day
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices
of someone else's angels