The imperfections of earthly beauty mean nothing to me as I am swallowed by my art  Posthumous, and thus greater will be your beauty  I will expose the masterpiece within your reviled form    A delicate tracery of red...  ...as I inflict upon you carvings of arcane design    Convulutions of lacerated tissue  I will shape a cruel and permanent smile on those sweetly curved lips  Renderings of utmost lucidity  With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin    A delicate tracery of red...  ...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin    Once you must have smiled so sweetly  The world endless before your eyes  I miss you though I've never known you  But I can and will tell the end of your story  In the intracacies of these lines  The cut of your features  Smeared beneath my fingertips  My breath coming quicker  Aroused by the revelations of my incisions line  Agonized, the line of your brow  I relieve its tension by a cut of a tendon  Beautific in darkest repose  I delineate the course of your sorrows  Incarnidine convolutions and conflicting strokes of carnelian  Rich, trailing behind the sharpened edge  Fluid welling up like some purified crimson wine  I exalt you by my atrocities    A delicate tracery of red...  ...with your tortured flesh I aspire to approach the sublime through...  ...a delicate tracery of red    Overcome by a great and sinister joy  In this, my most tender of cruelties  Forms of perfected aspect exposed from within  Animate is my medium, you writhing as my canvas  I revel in your soiled femininity  As the razors dance in your deepest and most secret place  Your screams were the purest of melodies  The low moans you emit arouse my disgust  You would never sing for me so sweetly  No matter how I sought your tainted embrace  Your kind reckons my touch, you can no longer repulse my demands  Whirls and lines cover your torso, a hint of eternal mysteries revealed  The peeling of pale and tender flesh  I strip from your form your transient veneer  I expose the ugliness of your kind  I inscribe your shame of your skin  Bleeding spirals on your breasts  As I follow the lines of natures greatest folly  Runnels scored in your limbs, so smooth and tempting a canvas  I move my scalpel towards your eyes  Still, they hold your expression and something of you beneath their glaze  With a slice I open your pupils  For you to better gaze upon the darkness you must see    With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin  I will release the beauty trapped under your skin    A delicate tracery of red...  ...fueled by the deepest of hatreds    Perfection of the most elevated and torturous kind...  ...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin  lyrics : McCoy/Stevison, 1993