Scarangella - Pretty Faces Make Shallow Graves Lyrics

She was standing on a corner all alone
Fishnet stockings split and running
I said to her, "girl, have you lost your way?
May I take you home with me?"
I led her through the neon corridors
To a place, sanctuary to some, others
Find their lives spilled on the concrete
Never mind, come with me, come with me
Come with me

Dance around the fires as the whores burn alive

Shackled by desire
I free them from their prison
Break the mind, the soul is a stake
Pin the body to the ground

Pretty faces make shallow graves
Cleanse the earth of their filth
Do what must be done
Cast the burden to the slaves

She looked so beautiful by candlelight I almost
Felt a moment of hesitation as my blade tasted flesh
And the smell of the blood and the cum and the fear
Oh, the fear of the blood and the blade
But you're not afraid of death, are you?
Or the pain that will usher it in?
Well I have needs, needs of the flesh
So bleed for me bleed for me
Bleed for me

Dance around the fires as the whores burn alive

Shackled by desire
I free them from their prison
Break the mind, the soul is a stake
Pin the body to the ground

Pretty faces make shallow graves
Cleanse the earth of their filth
Do what must be done
Cast the burden to the slaves

Products of man's vile proclivity
Sex reduced to a commodity
Each vassal of this putridity
Is robbed of their identity

You looked so beautiful by candlelight
But you've no fear of death...

Sickening depravity
Stole their life from the start
Free the shell, absolve them of their guilt
Purge the palace of the heart

Pretty faces make shallow graves
Cleanse the earth of their filth
Do what must be done
Cast the burden to the slaves