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 [bad word] 
You gilded [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 
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 
Gilded [bad word] 
You gilded [bad word] 

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 
Gilded [bad word] 
You gilded [bad word] 

Take your pain and shove it up your [bad word] 

Leave your fears or show me 
Show me show me it off