| There is a seduction in myths That draws the mortal man in To partake of forbidden fruit To explore the familiar mystery It is this seduction That leads you to this grave That leads you to take this shovel And dig deep Deeper Harder Until you’ve struck wood Or is it glass? AS the strange guards said it would be Queer folk, half your height Who left you with crude tools It is the seduction That pushes you on To bury your hands in the dirt To reveal the glass coffin Gilded with metal filigree Inlaid with rich red velvet Almost as red as her blush The mock life in her flesh The red that is her lips That pushes you on To find out If she feels like a real girl Did you expect she’d wake up? You did not But she did The darker side of dreams come true You strike at her with your shovel And her blood is as dark as her hair |
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