A Porcelain Mistress Songtext
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A Porcelain Mistress Songtext
"Ah!" he screams, "My mistress has caught me, there before me
Her porcelain face left me with a smile
Blood-drenched, my footsteps are wet with her life
The avant I flee and escape my own consequence
Her eyes, so lifeless as to recall in my mind
Yet I regret none of my cursed thoughts
Cursed thoughts
Oh, I can see the life draining from her eyes
A ghostly shape arose, before being overwhelmed
By this horrific sight, my mind collapses once more
Into the sanctuary, my mind released from all truth
Repeating tragedy from which I cannot refrain
Now the sight of her is one more thought to haunt my mind
Haunt my mind
The first is always most remembered
And is sure to haunt me for spilling her blood
Oh, I can see the life draining from her eyes
A ghostly shape arose, before being overwhelmed
By this horrific sight, my mind collapses once more
A ghostly shape
An opportunity presented one fateful night
No time was wasted, just targeted in plain sight
Forty-nine stab wounds, each with mortal eyes
Acts of most horror, bathed in quicksilver moonlight
Quicksilver moonlight
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Her porcelain face left me with a smile
Blood-drenched, my footsteps are wet with her life
The avant I flee and escape my own consequence
Her eyes, so lifeless as to recall in my mind
Yet I regret none of my cursed thoughts
Cursed thoughts
Oh, I can see the life draining from her eyes
A ghostly shape arose, before being overwhelmed
By this horrific sight, my mind collapses once more
Into the sanctuary, my mind released from all truth
Repeating tragedy from which I cannot refrain
Now the sight of her is one more thought to haunt my mind
Haunt my mind
The first is always most remembered
And is sure to haunt me for spilling her blood
Oh, I can see the life draining from her eyes
A ghostly shape arose, before being overwhelmed
By this horrific sight, my mind collapses once more
A ghostly shape
An opportunity presented one fateful night
No time was wasted, just targeted in plain sight
Forty-nine stab wounds, each with mortal eyes
Acts of most horror, bathed in quicksilver moonlight
Quicksilver moonlight
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Rhys King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
