Murders Are Getting Prettier Every Day

Do you always have to hire actors to play the devils

that talk me out of my suicides?

You're just a ringtone, 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



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

Your ransom note is quoted by your death and birth certificates

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

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

Fall on your knees

I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels



F*ck you