A band with a plastic sorrow Marching their walk of fame A pair of coffins they carry Carved out of ivory They wanted to bury them once and for all With their black clothes Made out of shadows They take us away, to the flames Upon a tree one dead canary On it's crooked aerie Singing they could marry if you didn't make them fall Well that's our story love It's quite unspeakable They all wear that same so cowl We are unlovable I watch us bleeding out The pain's unbearable Look at the scars we owe We are unhealable And we are unlovable A silent funeral Will take a few hours With no tears, no flowers One day white yarrows Will rise upon our graces A couple of wounded fairies Can't recall where their glow is Gonna treat their scariest cuts without souls Will take a few hours With no tears, no flowers