Trois Couturières à Binocles Lyrics & Chords By Belladone

Here comes that bastard. So, so much better than us. Give him a museum and he will fill it up. And I will fill it (fill it). And I will fill it. The streets of Paris, the...read more

These knives are softer than broken dreams Blood and tears are on the floor I can't remember a time when I was good at something I wear this tigersuit 'cause I'm a fuckin'...read more

Brave the cold Unholy Atlantic froze the rings of smoke Like a halo On your head in the shape of the fakes you parade as friends Are you listening, are you feeling alright? And...read more

Underestimated and over-jaded With a constant feeling of kissing the ground And a bitter taste of non-personal failures going down The liars have never told us About growing up as...read more

Take down the clouds and burn the town just leave me a boat so I can escape it's too late I have no intention of calling this off this is where we'll die and wake to black and...read more