Through The Eyes Of The Dead - Two Inches From A Main Artery

Broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face
Now she is imprisoned in a land not for the weakened heart
A land filled with miles of fire and the lamb dine on the priest
You can't save her
62 reasons to remember my face
This is my idea of beauty
Laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves
Waiting for an angel to come save her from this burning paradise
An indelicate display of lacerations across her body
This is my idea of beauty
You can't save her!