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

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways
(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways
(Ayy, ayy) ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
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 the soul

Abrasive, insane
Putting away the spark in the brain

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways
(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns, our flesh burns
In mysterious ways

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways
(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways
(Ayy, ayy) (ayy, ayy)
Our flesh burns, in mysterious, in mysterious ways