Sew up the upholstery
The heart's been removed
Compelled by contempt
The sentence renewed
The 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 her soul as the blade dives
Confront the one you are
Made flesh again
Voraciously pushed and shoved
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 body travels in human form
Dismembered in a vague shell
Confront the one you are
Made flesh again
Voraciously pushed and shoved
Made flesh again
Again and again and again
Like cholera she'll walk in our midst
Fortune has made her our macabre bliss
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