Painted skin, ivory shade Perfect lines I could not fade All your wounds were dressed in lace I traced them, left no trace Only your ornament Hung in silence, merciless Break me down, motionless Hung in silence, ornament The sea beyond the pier was black I stood but never stepped back Your eyes, two knives without a sheath I kept them underneath Only your ornament Shining still, immutable Cut me deep, beautiful Hung in silence, ornament No prayer, no crime Just the ticking—like a knife Carving the mask I wore To match the shape of your life Still your ornament Bleeding silence, permanent Shatter me, exquisite Bleeding silence, ornament Your ornament... Lyrics: Cheshirah