She crawled on stage through the blood-red light A sacramental lamb in the pagan night She whispered secrets that would flay the skin And smiled with teeth as the rot set in She wore her scars like a bridal gown The filthiest queen in this doomed town So spread the sin on the killing floor A row zero whore at the devil's door Her holy hole is a gaping wound Where princes feast and the beasts are groomed Kitty crawled in through the pus-hive, sugar-lipped and clot-tongued thick β spat my name β god, she makes me sick! A porcelain doll with a shattered spine She speaks in tongues down the serpentine Her every pore is a sucking sore That begs for more on the concrete floor A psychic scar, a venereal psalm She cradles filth in her open palm She spreads the plague with a lover's sigh A necrophiliac lullaby So spread the sin on the killing floor A row zero whore at the devil's door Her holy hole is a gaping wound Where princes feast and the beasts are groomed This mangled flesh, a modern art A feast of slugs for a silent heart A septic kiss from a blistered lung She licks the blade where the dead are hung Impale the priest on a broken cross And paint the walls with her glossy loss A maggot bride in a garter belt The final thrust that she never felt So spread the sin on the killing floor A row zero whore at the devil's door Her holy hole is a gaping wound Where princes feast and the beasts are groomed Asleep in bile, defiled, so deep A dream of filth she'll always keep In death, she's still so wide awake A souvenir for the beast to take A souvenir for the beast to take
