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That all my love's precision Carves a cut to simply die-die-die-die To snap the sinew, I want To get within-in-in-in To scar the tissue Butterfly and rectify you I need to be your afterlife Eucharist, I deify God-od-od-od, fork and knife I’ll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite! To truss you up in pretty patterns Oh, to dress your flesh up with the works Perfectly portioned by a dagger Serving the finest leftover dessert Why would I desecrate a carcass? Oh, why let the offal go to wastе?