Is It Progression if a Cannibal Uses a Fork?

Listen up sweetie
We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world
In this suggestion of horror
The portraits on the walls
Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow

Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow me

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Out of tune, this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours
Where every day's a bone palace ballet

Biting the flesh from your finger
You know, I just can't help myself
I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard
May this night never see morning, as finally one will not
Maybe you're the one that's overrated
Shriek and scream, much too horrified to speak

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This morning I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and I took a quick glance around the room and saw what happened here last night
There was blood on the walls and sheets smelled like sweat and sex
We have narrowed it down to
The butcher knife and the
Mockingbird
Wish us
Luck
(Flowers of red, begin to bloom on the white sheets in her room
Our lifeless bodies, lying there rotting. For all of time, and eternity.)

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