The Dearly Hated

The dark Arts

Such a shame
A pity if you will
Such a stone cold soul
Not a thing to be told

I always say such pretty words
Oh how I am so aware
I'm no better than the devil
Pretty words, darkened meanings

I've studied the black arts
Figured out how to make you bleed without a knife
But such pretty things I say to you
When you're lying dead on my floor