歌词
Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history
Revealing thoughts of Ms. Terri
In the heat of the night (but why?)
A woman wealthy of a parous plight
Erased a harlots life
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate
And a lack of regret
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Free, pardoned by the flame
(It burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams
But she persisted to the streets
In the heat of the night (but why?)
The River rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate
And a lack of regret
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but her pulse remains
Places, people, the stage is set
Places, people, the stage is set
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate
And a lack of regret
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust
They tear at her skin
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
Clawing at her throat with a smell of desperate
And a lack of regret
(The trouble began, but it never ended)
