Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 53 minutes ago

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Lyrics:


From the morgue and the mausoleum cold,

Taking only the best, the finest of their parts

No flaws in the skin, no secrets left untold

Every stitch a masterpiece

Every inch of her: a work of art


Every stitch: a masterpiece 

Every inch of her: a work of art



A hand

A neck

A slender wrist

Such lovely pieces of anatomy

I'll animate you with a kiss and a crime against humanity


You loved what others had forgot

And gave my beauty breath again

Though I was scattered, left to rot

You made me whole — 

Immune to death, and beyond all sin


You gave me grace no priest could ever grant

No other surgeon's blade could ever hope to make me real

Who are they to tell you that you can't?

To deny the genius of your otherworldly zeal?

 

Beneath the moon’s eternal gaze

I gather pieces, soft and white

A corpse enshrined in death’s own haze

A phantom bathed in ghostly light


No blood to stain! no tears to weep

Yet in the stillness, love has begun

A sick devotion, cold and deep—

My perfect bride, my lifeless one