Miscarriage — The Black Dahlia Murder

The language of the lie Barbed and callous tongues shall lick Behind the thinnest doors A web of falsehood so unfolds

Humility (Pride dissected, maliciously) A mockery Bonds dissolve in endless mimicry

Cruelly illuminated Subject of shallow spectacle Inherent weaknesses revealed Contact withers to a lull

Once perfect pictures, Now stained with fingerprints Tragedy fucks jealously The human heartstrings bend and break

Vultures with human eyes Can you feel them circling? Prey on tender moments The failures of purest dream

Our selfish means Are the means to this fucking end A knife for every spine Of every man

Nails scratching into the flesh Until the fibers are broken Something's got to give

Solo

The bottoms of bottles No longer ease the pain And the bathroom mirror Reflects the face of autonomy

Man must invert Internalize the pain Sequence replays in the mind The human heartstrings bend and break

Vultures with human eyes Can you feel them circling? Prey on tender moments The failures of purest dream

Our selfish means Are the means to this fucking end A knife for every spine Of every man... of every man

Lot of the ugly answers Lie somewhere in between Intrinsic disregard The burden of weakness

They're sharpening! The knives are always sharpening A life now stained with fingerprints Something's got to give