Madame Tarantula

my fake eyes.. do you know what I am?
soon you will become me... give up everything,
and become my blood, my flesh, start anew the tragedy
the innocent girls, faces laden with thick make-up
yes, drink this down.. your bait..
don't you want to become one with me?

to become just like me, this elegantly refined, beautiful madame tarantula

is your reflection in the mirror ugly? I will give you an iron brand to blotch out that face
our bodies haved become ghosts, we waited for fallen angels
resurrect this buried tale through your despair
as you let loose an erotic, dirty scream you are reborn

into this elegantly refined, beautiful madame tarantula


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