Is it progression if a cannibal uses a fork?

Listen up sweetie,
we all know that you're a beautiful girl
in this horrible world
and this suggestion of horror
the portraits on the walls.

The look in your eyes
they always seem to follow.

The look in your eyes
they always seem to
follow me.

Out of tune this tale of terror
the slow tolling of the funeral bell.
I want to know whats going on in that
pretty little head of yours.
Everyday is a bone palace ballet.

Biting the flesh from your finger,
you know i just cant help myself.
I wish it were believe
but belief is a graveyard.
May this light never see morning
its finally what were not.

Maybe you're the one thats overrated.
Strike and scream much too horrified to speak.

Out of tune this tale of terror
the slow tolling of the funeral bell.
I want to know whats going on in that
pretty little head of yours.
Everyday is a bone palace ballet.

This morning i woke up. I rubbed my eyes and
i took a quick glance around the room
and saw what happened here last night.
There was blood on the walls
and the sheets smelled like sweat and sex.
We have narrowed it down to a butcher knife
and the mockingbird with the blood.

Out of tune this tale of terror
the slow tolling of the funeral bell.
I want to know whats going on in that
pretty little head of yours.
Everyday is a bone palace ballet.