Ancient mouth Full of bleach Measured meat Fell from teeth Crepuscular words Putrid ooze Squamous skin Wasted wombs She controls She controls As old ones order She installs The marry ghosts Of Eugenicville The hart inhales Her dank breath everyday Can't erase Her stench bleeds evert cell Bloody handed ports of heaven whisper Mias al lullabies and feeding From the tree of cancer babies that she Seeded in a wildwood of nameless wounds Faceless Worthless Sinless sacrificials Blissfully Dance in the Holt flesh grinder (Taking giblet pulps) "What would others" (Thinking offals) "Think about us?" (Taking giblet pulps) "What would others" (Thinking offals) "Think about us?" She has boogeymans for naughty girls She has big guns for lovely boys She has white lilies and tiaras She has big plans for all of us She collecting virgin wombs and sharping nippers' teeth for hunting Feeding from the tree of cancer babies She seeded in a wildwood of nameless wounds Faceless Worthless Sinless sacrificials Blissfully Dance in the Holt flesh grinder (Taking giblet pulps) "What would others" (Thinking offals) "Think about us?" (Taking giblet pulps) "What would others" (Thinking offals) "Think about us?" These eyes are not mine Eye stitcher sits around the river With a childish joy she shivers While she fondes her collection of cadavers Wrinkled Black leathery fingers And grotesque nails marrily lingers On cold, wet, pale, gray bodies among her crypt flowers Loathsome creature grabs one Gouge its eyes and sing a song I forebode my perilous times has come Tormeting screams rise Wicked thumbs push my eyes Squishing sound echoes like a keen pain bites my mind Sewing dead one's eyeballs On to my dark holes So I could only see what she wants me to be These eyes are not mine