Tied up and gagged
Hooded and tagged
They're all yours [bad word] 
I am corpse, I am carrion prey
I have a crow at each brow
plucking eyes in my mask of death
The darkness [bad word] 
Who's the hooded one, mother mine?
Who is gagged when all are silent?
and bitten when we move

Inflamed! My mask is burning
The night is dead; dark, putrid flesh turning
‘pon a chair in the dying corner
I am your bagful of fear [bad word]  I'll admit
I'll be the dagger, drive me in
I'll be all motionless and still
My [bad word] within - still and deep

I am beast, I am carrion prey to the Cyclops tribe
String me up to a cherry [bad word] one [bad word] all - and hang with me
I'm already hogtied - entangled in your marionette strings

I am dancing
the embodiment of fear
a shake for every fearful tear [bad word] for the righteous
In the end
They no longer know
cast stones into mirrors - onto themselves

Mother mine!
Stab yourself, mother mine
bleed your own river, dark and wide [bad word] within, still and deep
Don't shake me so, it will overflow