Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
In place of Eve a bitter parody hails
Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite's concubine
Gilded c*nt
Oh, you gilded c*nt
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave
My preference leans to k**ing you quickly
Scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains
But I am tied
To the labyrinth and the beast
The one way track of eyes
Black and gray like panzers
Loose your shell, shoot the mouth the gates of Hell
Have often dropped their jaws about
Satan's agents are perversions to bear
Side to side with the diversions you use to guide my fingers there
Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
Gilded c*nt
Oh, you gilded c*nt
Nothing is above you save a boreal light
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice
And below you, will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite?
For I am torn
Between the sheets that keep me borne
And the teeth of a storm
That reap then rend my stanzas
Click your heels, three times six
The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue
Nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon
Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
Gilded c*nt
Oh, you gilded c*nt