eyelids scrutinize in this portrait of idolatry and rot
i am retouching the essence of feminine refinement
all soothing scalpel guideth me to my vision
the era of the vane killed the beauty of creation
maleficient and repulsed at your own sight
eyelids scrutinize in this portrait of idolatry and rot
i am retouching to the essence of repulsion
what is vanity but a shell yearning to be cracked
a shattered dream chased by the misfortuned
accelerated by a vision of skin consumed
the era of the vane killed the beauty of creation
blatant display of plasticine horror
and the big mass is impressed
crafted by the finest hands
torn apart by the finest tools
put back together like a menstrual soup
lit disgust to my eyes at dusk
your face tainted and deformed
in this portrait of idolatry and rot
i am retouching in a tell-tale of drama caught