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LYRICS:
Broken glass, broken glass is the reason,
she'll remember my face.
Now she is imprisoned,
in a place not for the weakened heart.

A land filled with miles of fire,
and the lamb dine on the priest(x2)

You can't save her.(x4)

Broken glass is the reason,
she'll remember my face.
Now she is imprisoned,
in a place not for the weakened heart.

62 reasons to remember my face.(x3)

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, burning paradise.

Laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves,
waiting for an angel to come save her from this.
From this burning paradise.

An indelicate display of,
lacerations across her body.
This is my idea of beauty,
this is my idea of beauty.

An indelicate display,
of lacerations across her body.
Across her body.

You cant' save her.(x2)