---

What was once called living now is frozen still in time
With lacquered flesh and staring eyes
I craft these dolls of mine
With focus now I break their bones and string them up with glee
With movements of my hands now I shall make them dance for me

They stare never blinking
So still, rotting inside
Until master calls them,
To dance...

Dance my painted puppets
see them swaying to the sound
Now they shall be forever mine
No bodies to be found
Dance my sick creations
Your beauty on a string
Now I've made you my masterpiece
Of pure morbidity

Depart ye wretched spirits, flee,
for I've no need of your soul,
to my delight I find thine eyes but hollow empty holes
you though once imperfect, flawed in your mortality
shall now make my collection one step closer to complete

They stare never blinking
So still, rotting inside
Until master calls them,
To dance...

Dance my painted puppets
see them swaying to the sound
Now shall be forever mine
No bodies to be found
Dance my sick creations
Your beauty on a string
Now I've made you my masterpiece
Of pure morbidity

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.