Opera Carne

Red meat is the inner shrine of our immortal soul

The heart breaking out illusions, illusions of innocent blood

Desire is pain

Eating away the worm in the brain

Our flesh burns in mysterious ways

Our flesh burns in mysterious ways

Our flesh burns, our flesh burns in mysterious ways

Gray matter is the unholy clay of our address on Earth

Frontiers are coming down between body and soul

Abrasive, insane

Putting away the spark in the brain

Our flesh works in mysterious ways

Our flesh burns, our flesh burns in mysterious ways

Our flesh works in mysterious ways

Our flesh burns, our flesh burns in mysterious ways