Opera Carne

Red meat is the inner shrine

Of our immortal soul

The heart breaking out illusions

Illusions of innocent blood

Desire is pain

Eating away

The worm in the brain

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways

(Ayy, ayy) ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)

Our flesh burns, our flesh burns in mysterious ways

Gray matter is the unholy clay

Of our address on Earth

Frontiers are coming down

Between body and the soul

Abrasive, insane

Putting away the spark in the brain

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns, our flesh burns

In mysterious ways

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways

(Ayy, ayy) our flesh burns in mysterious ways

(Ayy, ayy) (ayy, ayy)

Our flesh burns, in mysterious, in mysterious ways