Zhora Lyrics


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