Istra

Oh Aphrodite, how is it you possess me?
I bear your name, and it leaves me riddled with shame
You gave me the fork to twist in the old ulcers
That lurk deep within mortal souls

This sad girl
This lean carrion
Still, bloodless meat rack
Purpose I have none
No Trembling
Gives me away
I just wanna shake, shake, shake
Shake with my disgrace

Oh Aphrodite, what did your grace want with me?
I bear your name, I wear my entrails on display
You gave me the fork to twist in the old ulcers
That lurk deep within mortal souls

Free from joy, I may sing
Songs a child blessed
Would never dare to bring
My cool palms will never clam
With sickness, terror, hate or desire
I'll never raise a hand

I accuse the heavens, threaten me with plagues
I dare you, Black Stone Goddess
Give me all you've got

Come on you Men, slaughter your beast! Sacrifice!
Daughters of nobles sing your hymns, with cursed tongues!

Oh Aphrodite, what did your grace want with me?
I wear a veil for my unacceptable face
Holy wisdom is not clear like water
But thick and dank like blood