Posed to Slaughter Lyrics

You sweet assassin come prowling the beauties of fancy
Provide your glamorous charm with a stab straight in the face

Rip the skin for your new dress
Creepshow of cunts, bloody venus in furs
Only a theatre of blood whets your urge to kill
You claimed to be a swan before sickness would struck
Beneath the spotlights collecting pins and needles
You whorship the beauty, the fame and luxury

A fierce murderer is quartering a circle of sluts
A plenty of blood is flowing down on the floor
Decimated, a necessary slaughter of whores
Skin and leather, an huge amount is for your cloth
Piece by piece the puzzle is complete

Now she's the Queen
High on her heels
She saws their limbs
She cuts the skin
She's posed for murder
She's dressed to kill

Victims are cut in pieces

Now she's the Queen...