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 !@^%

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 bliss