The language in the dimmer rooms 
 Seems to represent the light source well
 How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
 With the music and the madness that is pulling me into this
 And the shades of the lamps are woven red
 The light, it stains and consecrates 
 Anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke 
 And haunt this place
 The girls in gowns all nurse the dark
 Pulling it near to their swelling [bad word] 
 And watch as it seeps to their hearts 
 And beats within their virgin chests
 And here I know seduction breeds 
 From wanton hearts that would seduce 
 And grows and spreads it's vine and leaves 
 Embracing those who might have moved
 But now remain to drink the night from vials black and thick
 With intoxicating delights would leave you [bad word] 
 Inside this dream
 And you watch them take the light from you
 And you find yourself on a velvet couch 
 Tasting the skin of a foreign girl
 Her eyes are black and wet like oil
 And she ties your hands with a string of pearls
 And you tremble like a frightened bird
 As she closes in and captures you to place you
 In a silver cage deep within her poisoned womb
 So once you're safe inside, she might let you out
 To fly in circles around the room
 But it's always night and there is no moon
 And you wonder if you are still alive
 And you're not sure if you want to be
 But you drink her sweat like it was wine
 And you lay with her on a bed of blue 
 And it's awful sweet
 Like the [bad word] she cuts and feeds to you