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Bed of nails and a heart of gold
Never cries for the stories told
No friends in the art of pain
No rest till she sees him again
No love from the souls they've saved
No soul ever knows her face
It's a crime, it's a crying shame
These are the rules of the dying game
She falls for this thing called murder
The fear only takes her further
She tries to hide but it pulls her, pulls her, pulls her back again
She lives for this thing called murder
She swears it'll never hurt her
She lives the lie and it pulls her, pulls her, pulls her back again
Start a fire, burn the oxygen
Finds the joy in burning hearts of men
Never worried 'bout being condemned
She says we're all gonna die in the end
She hides what lies within
As she covers up her eyes with sin
Pale eyes in the pale skin
Just shows you what she's dying within
She falls for this thing called murder
The fear only takes her further
She tries to hide but it pulls her, pulls her, pulls her back again
She lives for this thing called murder
She swears it'll never hurt her
She lives the lie and it pulls her, pulls her, pulls her back again
When moments are coarse she bites again
The taste of love, she's alive again
The trust, the drug, the fire within
The chamber in her mind
It holds the key that locks her in
She falls for this thing called murder
The fear only takes her further
She tries to hide but it pulls her, pulls her, pulls her back again