Unholy Faces
Florist
We come in through the morning
Until the long time ago
And we search in through the morning
Cause you have lost your soul
Don't go don't go
Your dinner is waiting on me
Don't go I don't want you to go but I know you must go today
We're erasing lines on our unholy faces
We eat our souls and don't bother to replace them
Go get another cup of that poison drink that you love
It attracts all the monsters who want to eat you up
Our words are no longer sacred when we speak
The only ones who can hear them
Are the ones who left last week
We're erasing lines on our unholy faces
We eat our souls and don't bother to replace them
