Lyrics by Lord Worm
Pardon, please, the narrow
Confinement of your limbs;
Unfortunately, it's necessary
For your correction;
Shriek to your heart's
Content, if you wish,
I promise you pain and
Nightmares, in that sequence.
Permit me to introduce you to "Tuesday";
I favor her, this pretty blade
So tall and fine;
Hatred and violence are not
Our ways, but firm we are;
Squirming is useless, so is this
Colon, cry for me.
Svelte is implement,
Its gentle caress lets you Bleed;
its subtle curvature
Dancing, deeply slit your guts.
It's for your own good;
You need guidance, I provide;
What is your pleasure? This is
Mine; A welcome change!