Texty:
Grave Beauty Within

A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons than with his

In the beautiful hills way back in Virginia By the side of his home where he played as a lad In a deep dark grave Carter lies sleeping There lies the

Well I broke my nail on your coffin lid Trying to get to the beauty within Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine Digging a grave while wearing a skirt Asking

settled down and be doing just fine Until I heard that old train Rolling down the line With the light she disappeared And set me in a whirl And i hope that beautiful

soul with love and hate And all those things you need to breathe My body dies but still my soul Remains eternally in search of Caspian waves and shallow graves

But your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little blue, how can a flower so pretty Be so laden down with dew? Little blue, how can a flower so beautiful Be so laden down with

, my dear No words to say, the worst displayed What once was courage is now cursed in the hurt we've made We are the sinners before our graves Now leave

when your called I can see you up on the highest limb The sky looks to be stormin' And you'll be cold by mornin' When I returned without you Her head was filled with

how could this be all that was held true now is burned under suns of madness ruins of the beautiful structures graves of the fallen angels the angels