I can still recall our last meeting
You were laid before me on a bed of steel
As I pieced together strips of remnant flesh
Cutting and sewing, draining and filling

Formaldehyde and chloroform
Mixed with your perfume
Through nauseating vapours
Visions of how you were before

Now I'm waiting for the night to fall
And to lead you in my darkness
When you run through the streets
Closer to the edge of the knife

And when I whisper in your ear
I will feel your pain and your fear
You'll be dead and gone, forever cold
Yet dreaming of me dressed in black

My love cuts like a knife

Consigned to your tragic fate
You will run, then stumble and fall
Your last prayer just a scream
How easy it's to tear your heart apart

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