Lyrics: Murders Are Getting Prettier Every Day

Do you always have to hire actors to play the devils
that talk me out of my suicides?
You're just a ringtone, that happens when you get sick
enough to call the one with bullet holes
Bullet holes for eyes

Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels

Broken open the box when I spoke the spell
And I became an entrance wound to your bedroom grave
And I was paid with the shadow of consensual rape
Your ransom note is quoted by your death and birth certificates
And all of your love, and all of your love letters read just like my will

Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels

I don't have to see to know that murderers are getting prettier every day
I don't have to see to know that murderers are getting prettier every day
I don't have to see to know that murderers are getting prettier every day

Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels
Fall on your knees
I hear the horrid voices of someone else's angels

F*ck you