Formaldehyde And The Holy Ghost کے بول

Stare into the fishbowl that I bought for you A 100 gallon tank is just the right size for you I see your eyes swim back and for to me They contemplate the universe through the glass green Grandmother's witchboard revealed the truth of your lies The morals of a call girl in disguise Formaldehyde preserves you and keeps you close to me You're my precious souvenir that no one else can see I raise my chalice and I make a toast Here's to Formaldehyde and the Holy Ghost I raise my chalice and I make a toast Here's to Formaldehyde and the Holy Ghost I thought I'd lost you, I shed a thousand tears But now I got you back and no one knows you're here Late at night I hear you whispering to me Plead for release with lifeless eyes and silent scream I raise my chalice and I make a toast Here's to Formaldehyde and the Holy Ghost