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What's a martyr without a cross on his back?
Just another pauper I say.
Is a lie a lie if everyone believes?
Can you choke on the ironies that you create?
Lie through thin cheeks and pearly white teeth.
It's the perfect crime for the perfect girl.
But your time is running out
Hold your self up
On your pedestal
Just another pauper I say.
Is a lie a lie if everyone believes?
Can you choke on the ironies that you create?
Lie through thin cheeks and pearly white teeth.
It's the perfect crime for the perfect girl.
But your time is running out
Hold your self up
On your pedestal
Your crown of thorns is nothing but a cry for help
Help me
When what's lost is lost can it ever be found?
Can you keep the show up for another week?
When you cry for help and no one cries back,
Are your efforts all in vain?
Can you help yourself to a taste of revenge?
Or is lying just the same?
Lie through thin cheeks and pearly white teeth.
It's the perfect crime for the perfect girl.
But your time is running out
Hold your self up
On your pedestal
Your crown of thorns is nothing but a cry for help
Help me
Can bloody hands clean bloody messes?
No. Just take the nails out of your hands.
Lie through thin cheeks and pearly white teeth.
It's the perfect crime for the perfect girl.
But your time is running out
Hold your self up
On your pedestal
Your crown of thorns is nothing but a cry for help
Help me
Help me
Help me
When what's lost is lost can it ever be found?
Can you keep the show up for another week?
When you cry for help and no one cries back,
Are your efforts all in vain?
Can you help yourself to a taste of revenge?
Or is lying just the same?
Lie through thin cheeks and pearly white teeth.
It's the perfect crime for the perfect girl.
But your time is running out
Hold your self up
On your pedestal
Your crown of thorns is nothing but a cry for help
Help me
Can bloody hands clean bloody messes?
No. Just take the nails out of your hands.
Lie through thin cheeks and pearly white teeth.
It's the perfect crime for the perfect girl.
But your time is running out
Hold your self up
On your pedestal
Your crown of thorns is nothing but a cry for help
Help me
Help me
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