| Your misery is worn as a veil | 
| To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind | 
| In place of Eve a bitter parody hails | 
| Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine | 
| Gilded cunt | 
| Oh, you gilded cunt | 
| Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly | 
| Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave | 
| My preference leans to killing you quickly | 
| Scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains | 
| But I am tied | 
| To the labyrinth and the beast | 
| The one way track of eyes | 
| Black and gray like panzers | 
| Loose your shell, shoot the mouth the gates of Hell | 
| Have often dropped their jaws about | 
| Satan’s agents are perversions to bear | 
| Side to side with the diversions you use to guide my fingers there | 
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger | 
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger | 
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger | 
| Gilded cunt | 
| Oh, you gilded cunt | 
| Nothing is above you save a boreal light | 
| That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice | 
| And below you, will I see you tonight? | 
| Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite? | 
| For I am torn | 
| Between the sheets that keep me borne | 
| And the teeth of a storm | 
| That reap then rend my stanzas | 
| Click your heels, three times six | 
| The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? | 
| The palace at Versailles never held your tongue | 
| Nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon | 
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger | 
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger | 
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger | 
| Gilded cunt | 
| Oh, you gilded cunt |