Lyrics Phasma Phasmatis - The Prostitutes Brought Me Flowers

Sniffing through flowers on hollow ground
Hoping that no one finds me here
That's a pretty face
That's a pretty picture frame
She was loved
That's a pretty grave
That's a pretty epitaph
I want one
We have harder hearts
Harder hearts
Building homes with body parts
On body parts
We're not ALONE
When we stop breathing
Your heart is the only thing that dies
I lost my heart
In the graveyard
This graveyard smells like roses
This graveyard smells like DEAD ROSES
FLIES were in her mouth when I kissed her