Lyrics Girl's Got A Face Like Murder - Fear Before The March of Flames

Girl's Got A Face Like Murder

…we could see in the distance hundreds of men
Their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick
Like scarecrows: too tired to dance
Too ashamed to look up
Taunted by their shadows
Their empty stares licked at your back
But at your parade we saw you stand tall
«Oh beautiful one» mother sheds a tear
«If only we could reach such heights»
We are dogs at your waist
«This is my love» we hear you say
«This is my strength» we catch your spit our lips shine prepared to sing your
praises
You lose your tongue at the scent of burning flesh
And your mouth was so proud of your existence
I guess you won’t be coming home a martyr…