Вершы: Pretty Girls Make Graves. Pearls On A Plate.

What's to tell you
When normal comes naturally?

Fleshy webbing
Rots separate, yet so alive
They found holes inside
We've got holes inside

Sights so awful
They stole the color from your hair
They found holes inside

Grubs in muscle
It sends a chill right up my spine
They found holes inside
They found holes inside