We walked through the doorway heard you calling from the hall to find you in the bedroom not breathing at all I drug your body to the cellar where we lay the wax it melts away I kiss your face now we are starting to love you more your body's on the canvas that I painted on the floor wait like a drug like the change in the pain it goes on for so long and oh how it hurts in the wors way now that you're gone it's so wrong it's so wrong if I could take you somewhere I'd take you to my darkest place scatter you in art forms admire the whore beauty in different ways your hands on pictue frames your eyes in the glass where your face as a mask now they are starting to love you more a gallery of your beauty no charge at the doore and down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes I lost control your face is pale your body's cold it's so wrong