Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 9 hours ago

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Lyrics:

They say my love is wicked
I say that she is mine
You see a corpse while I behold something divine
My abomination: abhorred and adored
Feasting on the meat of a whore's hors d'oeuvre

She drinks the light from every eye
Then hums a tune as we watch them die
A necessary evil?
Or sacrilegious rite?
This holy hunger veiled in white
And when they scream?
Oh, how she glows!
No god I’ve ever served comes even close
To even half her poise, nor half her fucking prose
When rigor mortis, released her bones


Their bodies tremble, so soft and warm
But not for long
No, not for long
I drink them down in bites and sips
You wipe the blood from my red-stained lips

The hypocrite I met last night—
So soft, so sad, so full of fright
I drank his sermon, ate his sins
And wore his faith across my skin
Now I confess, in flesh and moan:
I love the taste of breaking bone

She eats with joy, with love and song
And nothing in it feels so wrong
They die for her, she lives for me
A holy haunted symmetry
you'd call it vile, this lovers' vow
But every night, I feed her now