Two Inches From A Main Artery
Through the Eyes of the Dead
Composed by: Anthony Gunnels/Through the Eyes of the Dead
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 cant' save her