CYNTHIA Songtext
von CHERRYDEAD

Biting nails in the room of failing eyes
She′s sharpening her knife
I'm sorry if she upsets you my dear
Her eyes have always bled this way

That poor voice died
There′s nowhere you can hide
Don't call her baby
She ain't your lady
That poor voice died
There′s nowhere you can hide
Don′t call her baby
She ain't your lady

Cynthia
You burn beneath the sun
Show me your cynical smile
Cynthia
Your time will come
Don′t wish upon the curse of your demise


Crawling out the pit of her despair
She'll never bury her knife
Breaking my soul as she stares
Her screams have always pierced this way

Cynthia
You burn beneath the sun
Show me your cynical smile
Cynthia
Your time will come
Don′t wish upon the curse of your demise
Cynthia
You burn beneath the sun
Show me your cynical smile
Cynthia
Your time will come
Don't wish upon the curse of your demise

Masses of men make the morbid path she roams
Hell walks this earth and its her
Reach out for the rotten
Simple pleasures you′ve forgotten
Cause hollow minds and hollow eyes
Cause that's what's left when you die


Cause that′s what′s left when you die
Don't call her baby
She ain′t your lady
Cynthia
Let them die