Soulless eyes stare at bodies poised above
Under the false pretence that she enjoys your touch
But the cold truth in her eyes cannot hide that her smile is worn
And she'll find a tranquil place while she begs too much applause
She'll lie
A loveless butchers is where they come to see
Whatever pleasures their failed hearts can't achieve
But when they salivate her turned stomach stays
The shade can't burn the swine who keep the century's pallet grey
She'll lie