Zipping Cupid in a body bag well-worn
Next to the mausoleum he was born in
Picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all
From eve to morn
For Eve to mourn
Have no fear
There are wounds that are not meant to heal
And they sing, in venere veritas
Come inside
Let the fire burn you alive
And sing, baby sing
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There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all
There s a method to our sadness
As we drag the mirror ball and chain
Through the twilight
Again dressed up in shame
(Chorus)
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In venere veritas
Let s fall apart together now
Let s fall apart together now