Dismal Euphony
Magma
I construct a mechanical smileAnd face the solid wall, with prideLoosing, falling, tears in our eyesSwirling like disordered fliesCeased and tornRavaged and forlornTen times the horrorA thousand times the scornPleasures of the fleshAre left behind the doorWe rise in deadly lustOur flesh is on the floor
From Letras Mania