Flesh Couture (The Red Shore)

lets say for arts sake we killed ourselves tonight in our dreams we could live forever immortalized in our beauty don't say I didn't warn you, beauty can be reversed expose to me, the heart stings deep within until it bleeds for one day of beauty you pinned your hopes, upon the mirror and now it cuts your skin shattered by your own reflection do you recall your own fucking face she looked so beautiful, fashioned in her own despair a fitting end to fashion her source of suicide beneath the veil of make up, your soul has slowly died an endless wave of martyrs, dressed in a sea of black to serenade the serpents, this scene has turned its back feel this shatter to the ground your misfortunes I resound so clean yourself up bitch the fragments you savour are barely held together your basis for reason, compounded by the seasons I suffered the arrows, your heart a formless shadow beneath the lies, your wings have been dissected from this fashion, the dead arise and with its failure, we breath new life.