# # Murdered my throat, screaming bloody all night Hit him with a book and how he crumbles Oh you should have seen the arches tumble Their golden no more Now I'm smiling in my blood I'm caught in a whirlwind I'm going to heaven I'm standing on trial and it's painted on canvas An eternal testament to how we are so animalistic And oh, what a crying shame, what a crying shame What we became I bow my head in the morning light and say goodnight I held her hand and I, I kissed her eyes Stum (chordiearchive.chordie.com)