just underneath the skin
hides pleasure we've forgotten
undress you of the flesh
look what's behind
I'm impressed
of late you've grown cold
camouflage yourself with mold
without a word you speak demands
of me to bring companions
my withered mannequin
mascot of my sin
why do you always grin
inviting insects in
my putrid prize dries
sunken eyes cry flies
decaying passion dies
as my restraint subsides
my withered mannequin
mascot of my sin
why do you always grin
enticing me to kill again
you want me to kill again
