Acid Bath

Her throat is soft, her lips are red
Her thighs are white, her heart is dead
Jezabell
Red rope burns around her wrists
Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss
Do you love your whore? I like to hear you beg
She's crouched down in the corner with her hands between her legs
Jezabell
Broken glass and dirty needles
Soul erosion truth
Electric god our superman
Found dead in a telephone booth
Shards of teeth ice pick abortions