Map Of Scars-The Black Dahlia Murder

Map of Scars - The Black Dahlia Murder Troubled girls, a two— In pain, like sisters, grew To release their hells They’ll cut themselves Under fatherless roofs Troubled girls, a two— Promiscuously screw The hole within cannot be filled A razor's wit will now have to do They f**k on mattresses stained foul— The color of spilled wine They sleep in emptiness A deadbeat mother's love, desired A void, so chasmous Mutilation is required A ritual in secrecy In opened flesh, they do confide Beneath their clothing hides a map of scars— Freakishly carved Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie— Hollow inside Harlots, through and through Singing nymphomania’s blues Born with legs behind their heads Their tattered flesh, they offer to you Troubled girls, a two— Victims of a world, so cruel With blood they paint and masturbate Young angels, marred, in vilest taboo Scars, like brail, unto the touch Keloid tributaries wind When she splits her sister's skin O' how it flows, the blood divine While mother is away, the girls will play (The girls will play!) The Gemini of shame The twins of pain, to bleed again Mutual mutilation Frenzied crimson masturbation Endless cycle of depression Whorish sexual reputation Bulimic, chronic, pill-abusing Lying, defaming, people-using Why should you go on living? You were born to feed the worms! Beneath their clothing hides a map of scars— Freakishly carved Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie— Hollow inside While mother is away, the girls will play (The girls will play!) The Gemini of shame Twins of pain, to bleed again