Sew up the upholstery
The heart's been removed
Compelled by contempt
The sentence renewedThe reflection of a sickle
Glows in her eyes
As the urge grows
Like a swelling too lustful to hideHer grief-laced ears hear the sermon of lies
Devouring her soul as the blade divesConfront the one you are
Made flesh again
Voraciously pushed and shoved
Made flesh againThe utterly nothing role of a whore
Makes her perfectly suitable
Like cholera she'll walk in our midst
Fortune has made her our macabre blissA body preserved in chloroform
Trapped inside the gates of Hell
Her body travels in human form
Dismembered in a vague shellConfront the one you are
Made flesh again
Voraciously pushed and shoved
Made flesh again
Again and again and againLike cholera she'll walk in our midst
Fortune has made her our macabre bliss