Gilded Cunt

Your misery is worn as a veil,
to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind.
In place of Eve, a bitter parody hails.
Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite's concubine.

Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!

Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly,
feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave.
My preference leans to killing you quickly,
scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains.

But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast.
The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers.

Loose your shell, shoot the mouth.
The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about.

Satan's agents are perversions to bear.
Side to side with the diversions,
you use to guide my fingers there!

Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!

Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!

Cunt, cunt!
Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!

Cunt!
Cunt!

Nothing is above you, save a boreal light.
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice.
And below you, will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite.

For I am torn,
between the sheets that keep me borne.
And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas.

Click your heels, three times six.
The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue,
nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon.

Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!

Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!

Cunt, cunt!
Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!

Cunt!
Cunt!

Take your pain and shove it up your asshole...