Two Inches from a Main Artery - Through the Eyes of the Dead

Two Inches from a Main Artery Lyrics

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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
a land filled with miles of fire
and the lamb dine on the priest
You can't save her
You can't save her
You. can't, save her
You can't save her
Broken glass

Is the reason
She'll remember my face,
Now she
Is imprisoned
in a place not for the weakened heart
Sixty-two reasons to remember my face
Sixty-two reasons to remember my face
Sixty. Two 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
Burning, paradise
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
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. Can't, save her
You. Can't, save her
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Lyrics submitted by Reese.