Justine

Smell of corruption in the house of gold

She fends off phalli and hideous tongues

Another finger inspect her cracks

So many fiends are moving

She tries in vain to shriek the fault

But creeping snares are waiting

Another finger inspect her cracks

Tainted temptations to fight



She'll recieve the lash for reasons

That she doesn't understand

And then she'll cry 

And she will pray

Until she will feel nothing but

Burning tears that close her eyes

But cannot stop their hands



Slow dissolution of her beliefs

They always put her lord on knees

Another finger inspect her cracks

New pleasures that you're learning

And she goes straight, she follows god

But creeping snares are waiting

Another finger inspect her cracks

Tainted temptations to fight



And you're so pure, Justine!

And you're so pure, Justine!