Lyrics:

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 bell
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 night never see morning, as finally one will not
Maybe you're the one that's overrated
Shriek and scream, much too horrified to speak (Yeah)

Out of tune, this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bell
I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours
Where every day's a bone palace ballet


This morning, I woke up, I rubbed my eyes (Flowers of red begin to)
And I took a quick glance around the room (Bloom on the white sheets)
And saw what happened here last night (In her room)
There was blood on the walls (Our lifeless bodies)
And the sheets smelled like sweat and sex (Lying there rotten)
We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife and the mockingbird (For all time)
Wish us luck

Out of tune, this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bell
I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours
Where every day's a bone palace ballet