The Beauty of Hell - Eva O

The beauty of hell,

It’s a beauty, that fell.

Oh i am so empty,

From this, beauty,

That i felt.

Oh i need this beauty,

I feed off this beauty,

This, beauty.

If only he could give me.

I cut my throat from screaming for you,

I burn the bridge.

I see them cross over still to you.

The power of your beauty,

It’s a beauty,

It’s a,

Beauty that fell.

Oh i need more beauty,

I am tired of, so tired of being, of almost being.

I started to touch,

The control of them.

This empty hell, the beauty.

This empty hell.

The beauty, the beauty.

I don’t eat but the fruit that fell.

I don’t sleep but minutes,

For i can’t miss the beauty,

This beauty,

Of hell.

I hate all that stand like a wall.

I will!

i will!

i will!

i will!

i will!

Plow and plow for their fall!

I love that beauty,

That beauty,

It’s no beauty,

It’s hell!