the Story of Mary

*The Story of Mary*
Mary was a pretty little girl
She never looked down, never frowned
She was innocent in every way
Every god damned fucking day

*He Called Himself MIKE*
He was a purdy boy,
Always trying to get that glitter to look right
He saw her, one day
And slit his throat
They thought they heard laughing
When he handed her the note

*This Old Man is Steve*
Steve was awesome, full of potential
She slit his throat into snowflake stencils
Oh, who was she, that god-ugly girl
Who, oh who, oh who?

*The Story of Eve
Eve was always sad, all the time
She fucked Mary hard, churned her insides
She bled so hard, bringing that knife to her own clit
She bled so hard, Mary cried, feeling so god-damned sick

*They Were Lovers*
In their affair, for Mary still loved Steve
He was fifty-four, she widowed at sixteen

*Now this... Is Su*
Su was a bitch
She was much like you
She killed motherfuckers
But now she's dead, too

*Mary Looks In The Mirror*
She doesn't see herself
She's pretty god damned sure
She saw somebody else

She wanted to run, she wanted to hide
But this sub-chapter plot, still killed her inside

*Now This Is Steve*
He smiles, so bright
They thought he was dead
But he's quite alright

He's looking for Mary, but now she's dead
There's somebody else inside of her head
*His name his Mike*
He's living for fun
He gave her a note
To confess his love
She turned him down and he killed himself
But he's got her body, he's touching herself

*Where's Mary Now?*
She's stuck in the mirror
I'm pretty damned sure that Eve is still with her
Cutting herself, dealing with the pain
She's so fucking mindless, so FUCKING INSANE

*So Fucking Insane*
Its the name of this arch
Mike's losing himself, he's losing to Ark
Ark is a girl aged at only six
But she looks like a demon, she looks pale, like shit

*Mike's not there anymore*
But Steve's holding the blade
Poor Mary's fragile body
Is quite raped and laid
But she's alive again
Dressed mysterious black
She's screwing Steve again
This time in attack

*Who's The Plot Master*
Mary was the murderer
She thought Eve killed herself
But it really was her

She shoved that knife, deep
Got a nice slice of flesh
She ate it that night
While it was still fresh

Steve, Mike, and Ark were all fake
She made them up, too
I'm not to real, either
What about Su?

*I Wrote The Stories*
I wrote the rhymes
I wrote every fucking damn line
I wrote it from that time long ago
Where I found an answer
And that Answer... was no

If I ain't real, I ain't sure about you
My name is meaningless, but you can call me Su
I fucked each illusion to make sex feel like it should
But Mary wouldn't screw me, so I fucked her up, *good*