Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Collector, Part 1: Muse, artist - Light This City. Album song Stormchaser, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
The Collector, Part 1: Muse |
| Lying here |
| Inside a song |
| It seems |
| Inside every song I’ve ever read |
| Written not by a bloodthirsty man |
| But a shock-hungry trend |
| Rags of flesh discarded on the ground |
| Eyes and ears hastily carved from heads |
| While a frustrated surgeon searched for something he feared he’d never find |
| The flies have long since settled on their feast |
| Breeding maggots in the eyesockets of the deceased |
| The walls and floor undulate under tiny beasts |
| Amidst the chaos and all the unclean a body lay cold |
| Yet cared for |
| Stitched up |
| Yet pristine |
| A bedside jar held entrails waiting to be fit inside her empty shell |
| She rested |
| Queenlike |
| In this fragrant hell |
| Her arms smooth and white |
| Sewn to hands missing fingers |
| My gaze trembled up her delicate neck |
| And I noticed her mouth was opened wide |
| Her pale hair flowed down to the floor |
| Brushed and clean |
| And next to several organs in glass |
| Floated two large blue eyes |
| Footsteps trampled down stairs |
| He was dragging another lucky bride |
| I balled my fists |
| Flexed my legs |
| And cursed my restraints |
| A bad taste left in my mouth from biting through tape |
| Trying to build the perfect woman I see |
| How very creative |
| A love you can customize |
| How many donors did you volunteer |
| Now flayed |
| Displayed |
| And forgotten in dark corners if not for the stench they emanate |
| Am I joining the ranks |
| What part of my body will you attach to hers |