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Bodies
My eyes are made of glass
My body stripped of skin
My bones are made of mirrors
My blood it runs with sin
I will let you wander
Into my hollow skull
Let you run your hands along
My lost, unholy soul
My lips and tongue will spin the silk
My fingers weave the lies
My skin leads the massacre
My breath drowns out their cries
Spoken words of velvet
That wrap around your wrists
Binding you to slaughtered oak
God knows you won't resist
My dearest, you are all the same
You never would have learned
Just one among the many
Bodies I have burned
My body stripped of skin
My bones are made of mirrors
My blood it runs with sin
I will let you wander
Into my hollow skull
Let you run your hands along
My lost, unholy soul
My lips and tongue will spin the silk
My fingers weave the lies
My skin leads the massacre
My breath drowns out their cries
Spoken words of velvet
That wrap around your wrists
Binding you to slaughtered oak
God knows you won't resist
My dearest, you are all the same
You never would have learned
Just one among the many
Bodies I have burned
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