Listen up sweetie. 听着，亲爱的。

We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world. 我们都知道，你是一个美丽的女孩在这个可怕的世界。

In this suggestion of horror. 在这个建议的恐怖。

The portraits on the walls... 墙上的画像...

Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow. 看着他们的眼睛，他们似乎总是跟随。

   

Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow me! 看着他们的眼睛，他们似乎总是跟着我！

   

Out of tune this tale of terror. 格格不入这个故事的恐怖。

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells. 葬礼钟声的庄严收费。

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours 我想知道什么是在你那漂亮的小脑袋怎么回事

where everyday's a Bone Palace Ballet. 在那里每天是一个骨宫芭蕾舞团。

   

Biting the flesh from your finger. 咬肉从你的手指。

You know, I just can't help myself. 你知道，我不能帮助我自己。

I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard. 我想相信，但相信是一个墓地。

May this light never see morning, as finally one will not. 愿这光从来没有看到早上，终于有不会。

Maybe you're the one that's overrated. 也许你是一个最被高估的。

Shriek and scream much too horrified to speak. 尖叫声和尖叫太惊恐地说。

   

Out of tune this tale of terror. 格格不入这个故事的恐怖。

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells. 葬礼钟声的庄严收费。

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours 我想知道什么是在你那漂亮的小脑袋怎么回事

where everyday's a Bone Palace Ballet. 在那里每天是一个骨宫芭蕾舞团。

   

(Flowers of red, begin to bloom on the white sheets in her room. （红色的花朵，开始绽放在洁白的床单在她的房间。

Our lifeless bodies lying there rotting. For all of time, and eternity) 我们毫无生气的身体躺在那里腐烂。对于所有的时间和永恒）

   

This morning I woke up, I rubbed my eyes, 今天早上我醒来的时候，我揉了揉自己的眼睛，

and I took a quick glance around the room, 我就拿看一眼周围的房间，

and saw what happened here last night. 看到这里发生了什么事，昨晚。

There was blood on the walls, 有血的墙壁上，

and the sheets smelled like sweat and sex. 和张闻起来像汗水和性别。

We have narrowed it down to a butcher knife, 我们已经把范围缩小到一个屠刀，

and the mockingbird with the blood. 而只知更鸟的血。

   

Out of tune this tale of terror. 格格不入这个故事的恐怖。

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells. 葬礼钟声的庄严收费。

I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours 我想知道什么是在你那漂亮的小脑袋怎么回事

where everyday's a Bone Palace Ballet. 在那里每天是一个骨宫芭蕾舞团。