Meanwhile, Back In Communist Russia... - TH5 lyrics

There is no mystery to this: with thorns Needles, razor-blades, i am master of my own Art. triple incision: the translucent slivers Flakes like fish scales. One thousand mirrors Then in empty space. Nothing can stop me now: Not the smallest bead of blood can seep. and For my safety i pay a mermaids price: this Mouth is dumb - cannot speak or breath or Kiss or taste. It is sealed like a sepulchre A dark and holy place...