Enslavement Of Beauty

Craving hands carved in my back
If love was present I'd make it crack
Cynical tripping from here to there
It'll turn out less painful if I don't care
Sweetest dearie
Mother Mary
ramble, rumble
the sanguine stumble
Discipline
disciple queen
smell the pyre
death rate dire
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
I need no love to define this climax
All I need is pure Hollywood hell…
Love is dead and hate ruins the set
Eve goes down on the fair Juliet
Date rape dogma and hell supreme
I am the artist that paints the extreme…