The flesh on parade. I’ve seen beauty fade. Not me, we’re young. We speak the mother tongue. TAKE PLEASURE IN MY PAIN THE MERCHANT, HIS SERPENT SALOME In my abbattoir, I know who you are. Your picture of me, study my morphology. TAKE PLEASURE IN MY PAIN THE MERCHANT, HIS SERPENT SALOME In this house of sin, I know where you’ve been. Your desire, the purifier. My torture, you mourn her. TAKE PLEASURE IN MY PAIN THE MERCHANT, HIS SERPENT SALOME I loved you, I lost you, I missed you, I need you, I want you, I feel you, I FAILED YOU