Blasphemy Made Flesh, 1995

Lyrics by Lord Worm



Oh what a gal!

She seems such a perfect victim:

This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,

she's guilty 



Ordinarily,

I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her,

But such beauty inspires one 

to give the gift of murder 



She's the kind of girl you want to

run up and tackle through a window some floors up

and spatter you both to hell



your stuffed bunny's at the window, 

But not that far out... 

Reach little one! Reach!...ÂŻ 





Tantalized a child is want to

take a ill-considered

course of action; such is life: 

is experience not bitter? 



Leaning too far

out the open attic casement window, 

baby plummets 

to a messy death not so far below 



Rend your flesh to ribbons

on shards of broken glass, 

fading screams and abruptly: 



Defenestration