Behind her smile lies rotten teeth
Behind her eyes lie broken memories
Broken memories
Broken memories
Broken memories

Like a rose fallen to the floor
This whore digs her own grave

This whore digs her own grave
This whore digs her own grave

You built a heart from cinders
You built a heart that only hinders

This is sorrow
The sound of breaking glass
My, my lovers fall at last

My lovers fall at last
My, my lovers fall at last
My, my lovers fall at last
My, my lovers fall at last

Like a rose fallen to the floor
This whore digs her own grave
Digs her own grave
This is sorrow, the sound of breaking glass

Consume me with hate
Consume me with hate

Consume me with hate
Consume me with hate
Consume me with hate
Consume me with hate