The Beautiful Faces Hide Witches (Part II)

she was sitting, where you belong, i'm in a body surrounded by some ghosts and vultures,
it reminds me there's heaven, i vanish as days pass. it's my imagination, it's just my imagination.
beside your corpse i found a bottle of lye, looking in your eyes like i never did before,
flower petals crushed to the ground. now it's late to make a difference in this ditch,
they said, she died of a broken heart. leaving dreams behind i felt stings you were by my side

and i woke up with a rope around the neck. they said: " she died of a broken heart ",
they said " the beautiful faces hide witches "