A thousand lines throughout your body
I'll eat you bit by bit from inside
My finest prize
My hara-kiri

Exuvium
Exuvium
Exuvium
Exuvium
(Exuvium)
Exuvium
Exuvium
Exuvium
Exuvium

No exquisite pleasure feels like
The amaranthine gaze in your eyes
Spasmodic womb and trembling child
Lay waste to everything with your light

What is your soul made of?
Beauty
And what is beauty?
Terror

Rise, rise
Rise, rise
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Rise, rise