Is It Progression if a Cannibal Uses a Fork?

Listen up sweetie We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world In this suggestion of horror The portraits on the walls Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow me [Chorus] Out of tune, this tale of terror The solemn tolling of the funeral bells I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours Where every day's a bone palace ballet Biting the flesh from your finger You know, I just can't help myself I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard May this night never see morning, as finally one will not Maybe you're the one that's overrated Shriek, scream, much too horrified to speak [Chorus] This morning I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and I took a quick glance around the room and saw what happened here last night There was blood on the walls and sheets smelled like sweat and sex. We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife and the mocking bird with the blood (Flowers of red, begin to bloom on the white sheets in her room Our lifeless bodies, lying there rotting. For all of time, and eternity.) [Chorus]