Pearls look best when soiled in cream and mud   Pretty things are there to be abused   Look their best when skinned and flayed alive   All those perfect perfect teeth removed   You said... A hole, that's what you is   You said... A figment of you expectations    What is heaven without Sabbath? (I say)   Oh my children can't sleep   Through the night   Bodies burnt   Hair is singed, kissing flame   Healing hands sweat and oil never mix   The host and I sleep deprived and deranged   You said... Don't blame him for all the slaughter he brings   You said... It's not his fault, even jesus needs to sleep   I say