Behind The Perfect Picture


Take the perfect picture, look no further than that
Stay distracted by the jewelry and the beauty and the class,
Stay in front those doors of gold
Because what's behind them could never ever be told,
If we've showed you, then we've told you
A secret so great
Thus be the secret you will take to your grave,
You may find it appealing to go squealing
We'll handle that too
Because two can keep a secret if the dead one is you,
So I warn you and I scorn you
Eye the perfect picture, no more
Behind it are the monsters in those nightmares of yours,
Why are our hands so bloody and sore?
From holding spleens and swords that drip blood on the floor
Stay focused on our faces! Get our side that's best
Don't look further, there's murder
Oops! Another red stain on my dress
We would give you a second chance if you weren't already dead.

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