Pearls look best when soiled in cream and mud
Pretty things are there to be abused
Look their best when skinned and flayed alive
All those perfect perfect teeth removed
You said... A hole, that's what you is
You said... A figment of you expectations
What is heaven without Sabbath? (I say)
Oh my children can't sleep
Through the night
Bodies burnt
Hair is singed, kissing flame
Healing hands sweat and oil never mix
The host and I sleep deprived and deranged
You said... Don't blame him for all the slaughter he brings
You said... It's not his fault, even jesus needs to sleep
I say |
