Sew back the upholstery The heart's been removed Compelled to contempt The sentence renewed Reflection of a sickle Glows in her eyes As the urge grows Like a swelling too lustful to hide her grief-laced ears Hear the sermon of lies Devouring the soul As the blade dives Confront the one you are Made flesh again The utterly nothing role of a whore Makes her perfectly suitable Like cholera she'll walk in our midst Fortune has made her our macabre bliss A body preserved in chloroform Trapped inside the gates of hell Her bodytravels in human form Dismembered in a vague shell Confront the one you are Made flesh again again and again and again Like cholera she'll walk in our midst Fortune has made her our macabre blissTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
