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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

 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)

In venere veritas

Let's fall apart together now

Let's fall apart together now