I’ve got your blood on my hands I’ve got your heart in my mouth My body’s twisting and quivering infernal delight! And there are too many voices competing inside They are screaming and writhing at what’s left of my mind

I call for Silence I call for Silence I call for Silence I call for Silence.

Undress your flesh, A garment of mould. I kiss your eyes, And kill the Light!

And now I am touched by the ghastly I am born to damnation The soup of existence is horror spiced. As I return to my angels condemning eyes. Which plead from the walls, nailed side by side.

I call for Silence I call for Silence I call for Silence I call for Silence

Caress your skin, My flawless trophy! It suits me well, To look like you!

I call for silence I call for silence

And I am lining the night With high pitched agony As I am sewing her seams with a curious dis - ease She lies in splendid perfection so beautifully stitched Hanging next to her father, my family .