I carve my restless knife in me, and swallow the fear of my fate
You never thought my intentions were indulgences of an unexplored hate
A thrilling set of pungent emotions have awoken my slumbering need
Come to be the Death-Marquise's victim, let my instruments make you bleed
Sick and twisted acts of depravity; obedience under impulsive decision
Crimson stains the periphery, minimal resistance from the opposition
With a destructive rationale beside, your transparent skin turns blue,
We are so cold when you are dead, so are the objects I've placed in your
Blood splattered angel; molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
Scrape the dead of my loving lips and take the obscene further
Caress the blood, from a subjective mannequin; of this unseen murder
Acts of passion, dreams fulfilled; you weren't given any choice
The vital spark in your eyes is gone, my desperation stole your voice
Blood spattered angels; molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic
Wash the blood away from the hands of deeds, and let the petrol flow
Watch the flies fight about the tiny that's not buried 6 ft. below
Perversions turns to ashes, after I've sacrificially enlit a fire
All is gone but an empty soul, there are no more traces of my sick desire
Blood spattered angel; molested with blades
My katharsis, and my muse; wrapped in plastic