12 lyrics
Black theatre of love
Violet dancers cast their blood The moon gave me flowers For funerals to come 12 shapes bow before her I am still one of them 12 morbid ways to die Her beauty scares me I'm falling deeper No more pain to feel now Touch the silence Afraid of hell Black theatre Violet dancers drink my blood The moon gave me flowers For funerals to come I cannot breathe Am losing life The moon paints the skyline blue She died so beautiful
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