Within her walls the shadows ride   On razor blades of gold   And beauty dreams of suffering   Possessed by sickness cold      Her eyes are dead as marble bone   So soft the flesh that wanes   The mirror like a sleeping god   Ignoring yet her pain      The ghost of sleep hold no release   She stays awake to bleed   But sanguine tears and pretty words   Will never see her freed      Her eyes are dead as marble bone   So soft the flesh that wanes   The mirror like a sleeping god   Ignoring yet her pain      Poor beauty weeps in darkness still   Her hands encased in stone   That echoes her silent screaming   And the flesh is afraid of the bone      Her eyes are dead as marble bone   So soft the flesh that wanes   The mirror like a sleeping god   Ignoring yet her pain