Pupil Slicer Lyrics
"Sophie"

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Your caryatid is covered in blood
Holding aloft the sins you have done

A statue of crimson
Your blood will become
Holding aloft the sins you have done

The sinews pressed in the waiting moulds
A shrine to your madness, now behold

Blood and violence, my kind of silence