Body Meat - Prostitute Songtext
von Prostitute

I turn to you
And I turn to you
I turn to you for if I′m caught
If I'm caught
If I′m caught I know that I've lost
I know I'd be caught dead
I surrender my arms
And abandon all the men that I′ve led
Those apostates′ wagered souls
I left to stalk the abyss
I grow drunk off your wine
Until it crawls from my lips And if my eyes betray my soul
Then by your hands sew them shut
Oh, sew them shut
Bind my heart, split my throat
Pluck the tongue from my mouth
And send word far and wide
Of the collapse of a king
What am I worth if not
Glorified and adorned in flames
If I'm not to be worshiped
If I′m not to be held
I wish to be draped in gold and smelt


With no bonds on my soul
Nor land to my name
You want to know?
You want to know?
You want to know where I've been?
I′ve been driven out
To deserts untraversed
Mirror to a rotted out moonscape
Dragged along this lunar curse
To what end?
To what end?
To what end?

I've been thrown to the furnace
On God′s corpse of the earth
While the heavens
Stemmed with poison
Pollutes the mantle of the hearths
How many arms, hands, and legs
Have to break
Before they reach you?
Sewn or detached
I submit my final
Suicide tract

Let it rot
Let it rot
If these hands are bound and sutured
Cut them off
Cut them off
If these feet no longer guide me
Tear them off
Tear them off
If this chest no longer heaves for you
Let me rot
Let me rot
If this head no longer aims to you
Cut it off
Cut it off
Cut if off

Reveal yourself to the people
In all your glory adorned in vain
As a head upon the steeple
Impaled before the ordained
Show us a kingdom of treasures
Deliver us pleasures from pain
With ten arms conducting the qanuns
Flay the flesh from this frame

I've been thrown to the furnace
On God's corpse of the earth
While the heavens
Stemmed with poison
Pollutes the mantle of the hearths
How many arms, heads, and legs
Have to break
Before they reach you?
Sewn or detached
I submit my final
Suicide tract