| | The Lisbon Girls, Oh The Lisbon Girls Lyrics Artist(Band):Fear Before The March Of Flames
This hollow throbbing. This empty shell. Will help you sleep. And your name will come in time. For now take a number. This is a surrender skin This is hanging on Sing the high notes, touch his hand. This is giving up Faces on! Faces on! We are pretty when we are faking. I am such a liar when I smile. Son comes home to take solace in his mirror (the stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat) Only to find he's no longer human Father don't you cut the rope I want to die here Open eyes, dinner, a chandelier This empty chest. This hollow throbbing. This empty shell. Will help you sleep. And your name will come in time. For now take a number. A chandelier. Not another breather. The sirens must flock to a new destination. If you find some error in The Lisbon Girls, Oh The Lisbon Girls Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to briii for submitting the lyrics. Review the song The Lisbon Girls, Oh The Lisbon Girls The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Fear Before The March Of Flames" Music | |
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