DTP

[Verse 1]
Your feet are leaving marks
From fighting hard
Against the push of time
If death's your enemy
Try formalin
And be stuck at your prime

[Pre-Chorus]
Smell that burns the eyes
Beauty never dies
In a liquid spell
You do it so well
Sweet scented perfume
Toxic poison fume
Mason jar of hell
I'm unwell

[Chorus]
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a dead thing pretty

[Verse 2]
The shiny magazines
Menu for the better genes
Are offering good deals
God made you soul and flesh
Send it back while it's still fresh
And order another meal

[Pre-Chorus]
Smell that burns the eyes
Beauty never dies
In a liquid spell
You do it so well
Sweet scented perfume
Toxic poison fume
Mason jar of hell
I'm unwell

[Chorus]
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a, you make a, you make a dead thing pretty

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Heaven is so far away from here
Heaven is so far I cannot see
Heaven is where all fears disappear
Heaven is so far away, I cannot see my fears from up here

[Chorus]
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a dead thing pretty
You make a, you make a, you make a dead thing pretty