Lady Morgue - Subvision

Her mere appearance is of misery

And apparently, only she could see through me

So cold, so bold

Her spitting image is of agony

And apparently, even she could be from me

So far, so noir

If only I could look into her eyes again

If only I could eat her little lies again

My lady morgue

A withered uterus your sorcery

And apparently, not only I could be in thee

Profound, unbound

If only I could look into your eyes again

If only I could eat your little lies again

Maybe then I could change my ways

Maybe then I could understand

Not to see him every single man

If only I could look into your eyes again

If only I could look into your eyes

My lady morgue