In a pathologic, psychologic, mythologic way
She glides through the crowd with a mystic sway
She sees me trying to avoid her charm
Without a doubt I've been disarmed
In the surgical, serial killer way
She carved a scar in the usual way
Finger nails slicing through my back
Her razor teeth gnawing at my neck
But I must confess
Yes, she stole my heart
Yes, she ripped it clean then she laid it to rest
Now I'm six feet deep and there's no escape
Could you throw some dirt and bury me
In an implicated, exaggerated display of grace
She evaporated without trace
I wonder halls like the living dead
With haunting memories of what she said
But I must confess
Yes, she stole my heart
Yes, she ripped it clean then she laid it to rest
Now I'm six feet deep and there's no escape
Could you throw some dirt and bury me
She glides through the crowd with a mystic sway
She sees me trying to avoid her charm
Without a doubt I've been disarmed
In the surgical, serial killer way
She carved a scar in the usual way
Finger nails slicing through my back
Her razor teeth gnawing at my neck
But I must confess
Yes, she stole my heart
Yes, she ripped it clean then she laid it to rest
Now I'm six feet deep and there's no escape
Could you throw some dirt and bury me
In an implicated, exaggerated display of grace
She evaporated without trace
I wonder halls like the living dead
With haunting memories of what she said
But I must confess
Yes, she stole my heart
Yes, she ripped it clean then she laid it to rest
Now I'm six feet deep and there's no escape
Could you throw some dirt and bury me