Letra da Música: The Knife Configuration - Silence The Epilogue

Prostitute candle lit evenings perfumed scent of money
lipstick bloodstains and champagne
fade to permanent white and so they died
and no one could be found to bury the dead for money or pleasure.
And for these risks I'll never give up.
I am not the one who is dead you are, can't you read your eyes?