Swansong

Will you dare

Take the blindfold off of your eyes

Unearth the grave

Pry open the coffin inside

As your bones rattle

Flesh won't lie

Scared still of what reads

In your mind

The rotten stench

Of your morbid heart

Leaves no doubt

You have died for love

Vivisecting guilt of cancerous consciousness

Eats away on your morbid denial

Squirming, fat maggots of decay's epiphany

Joyfully fester in your filthy flesh travesty

Your flesh is dead

But has it lived well

I have bled

But have I bled red

Too bad your shame

Ain't burried deep enough

Are you to blame

The cesspit you've become

The bones will rattle

The flesh won't lie

The ghosts are silent

Scared still of what reads

In your mind

Alors, ô ma beauté! dites à la vermine

Qui vous mangera de baisers

Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine

De mes amours décomposés