Map of Scars - The Black Dahlia Murder

Troubled girls, a two—

In pain, like sisters, grew

To release their hells

They’ll cut themselves

Under fatherless roofs

Troubled girls, a two—

Promiscuously screw

The hole within cannot be filled

A razor’s wit will now have to do

They fuck on mattresses stained foul—

The color of spilled wine

They sleep in emptiness

A deadbeat mother’s love, desired

A void, so chasmous

Mutilation is required

A ritual in secrecy

In opened flesh, they do confide

Beneath their clothing hides a map of scars—

Freakishly carved

Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie—

Hollow inside

Harlots, through and through

Singing nymphomania’s blues

Born with legs behind their heads

Their tattered flesh, they offer to you

Troubled girls, a two—

Victims of a world, so cruel

With blood they paint and masturbate

Young angels, marred, in vilest taboo

Scars, like brail, unto the touch

Keloid tributaries wind

When she splits her sister’s skin

O' how it flows, the blood divine

While mother is away, the girls will play

(The girls will play!)

The Gemini of shame

The twins of pain, to bleed again

Mutual mutilation

Frenzied crimson masturbation

Endless cycle of depression

Whorish sexual reputation

Bulimic, chronic, pill-abusing

Lying, defaming, people-using

Why should you go on living?

You were born to feed the worms!

Beneath their clothing hides a map of scars—

Freakishly carved

Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie—

Hollow inside

While mother is away, the girls will play

(The girls will play!)

The Gemini of shame

Twins of pain, to bleed again