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!