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