• Cold porcelain queen, goddess of this filth
    Taking in the "best" of me and drinking it down,
    Down into your tomb, the womb,
    Which all pestilence and filth filled life sprang from.
    Sinking into nothingness just to be regurgitated
    Like something new, better than it seemingly was before
    Cleaner
    Just for someone to come along and start the cycle all over again
    Wash me away (wash me away)
    Let me flow into the pit of filth
    That keeps on coming back day,
    After day, into the very bowels of life
    Wash me away