The body is a material
And you're obsessed again
Not with the ethereal
But how the body bends
How to you bend the body
When the body goes away
After all the body
Will lay down and fade
We need to make more bodies
More bodies to pay the toll
When you feel the bodies
Slip
And then you tie the body
The body to itself
You can't escape the body
The body eats itself
You know it's not my body
Not my body anymore
It's you who made my body
The body of a whore
And if you want my body
To lead those easily led
You can keep my body
I'd rather be dead
Can you feel me slip
From your grip"