For you I will make a world devoid of love And I'll make your love to fill the void One eye sees glory, the other does cry, the Third sees Truth and grows blind For I am alike unto whited graves As I appear, beautiful in skin But within I am filled with dead man's bones And of all Unclean and Sin Move to me in wild contortions Enchant me with blight and sore Yes, move to me you f**ing who*e Into the madness of Serpents