Lirieke: Medeia. Descension.

Dine upon this hatred
Let the razors cut your stomach open
Bleeding through your wedding dress
My post-mortem beauty queen

Once your wings melted you descended
Into the arms you saved
Into the arms you saved
To be raped
We are the plague

You rose against the hand that fed you lies about this septic race
About its numbered days


Once your wings melted you descended
Into the arms you saved
Into the arms you saved
To be raped
We are the plague

To hate
To be hated

Let your blackened heart lead the way to salvation