Letra de Even For An Eggshell

Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark A broken home, who picks up the pieces Either way, Ophelia will cry So lick your lips and mend your hair This mess wont make a difference here For anyone but you Well get me out of this shell The nights about wearing thin And I never wanted this day to end Moral fibers split till they're grey And the gravedigger laughs as we waste away A contest and the trick tip marks the end Mistaken thirst quenched with this cup The kiss of death from rotten lips Never forget, never let live again They sell better homes than these I saw it on TV! Perfect Lives Perfect Lies