Mellifluous Silence

Devilish Souls

Twisted like a rose vine climbing up a stone wall,

Dead as the silence waiting on the phone call,

Pretty as the picture hanging at a funeral,

Cooler than the cold air, guiltless as the criminal. 

Cause it's a beautiful kind of sadness,

And we're a magical kind of madness,

Maybe we're made of the finest kind of smoke,

Burning our devilish souls.

Cause it's a dangerous kind of comfort,

Leaving you drowning in the desert,

And nobody knows what we don't know,

Deep in our devilish souls.

The streets are silent darling lets have a party,

You're sick and tired give it up do it our way,

Drink a little poison it's not like you were ever alive, 

You tell me that you're dark side, it's your favourite side.