The Brightside Of Murder

I want you dead]
[I have no heart]
Tell it to my face baby youre the worst liar ever

[Lacerated flesh]
[Opens under steel]
Let the blood grace your skin, and let me know just how it feels

This is no cinderella story, you don't have to be home by midnight
Glass slippers are my thing
You say, love is like a card game, you've played them wrong and out of order
You are no queen of hearts

[I hope you feel]
[My slow cold words]
As they sing straight into your chest, I'm hoping that you crack
[So let me know]
[When you're worn out]
From fighting fire with fire, just drop dead and we're fine

This is no cinderella story
You don't, have to be home by midnight

So tell me how I am to stay
When there is no longer a way
We're sinking as we hold on to
[The heart on my sleeve's screaming]

[Murder]
[Murder]
[Murder]
[Save our ship she screams]

[Murder]
[Murder]