
In The City At This Night,
What Mortal Eyes Lay Sight?
Dare They Speak Of Your Symmetry?
In Those Distant Scars And Flies,
Doth Thee Smile Burn Alive?
Oh What Suit Wears You As Attire?
What Fresh Hell, Awaits To Transpire?
And What Sibling, And What Lie,
Could Rip You From The Inside, Apart?
And When You Finally Have Her Heart,
And She Has Yours To Keep,
What Dread Brought, What Dread Breed?
What Poison, What Cage?
In Your Chest, It Kills Your Brain?
What Beast, Watch Their Grasp,
Dare You Follow Its Task?
Then The Gods Spoke Too Quick,
And What Heaven Or Hell Speak?
Do They Leave You Untouched To Live?
Or Will He Who Made The Lamb, Kill Thee?