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Thing of beauty, thing of cruelty
With feathers out you're on the trail
You come here weekly, though not discreetly
Throwing scraps to dogs they howl and wail

Roaming packs of cattiness
Check reflections in red pools
Wearing spattered drops
Like strings of pearls
Or precious jewels

Some need to express
These things we repress
But always dancing to forget
Strutting high here come the peacocks
Birds of prey dressed in night
With no wings to fly they're broken
Damaged beauties torn inside

Blind with passion and condescension
You'll never see the beast in me
You hover over but come no closer
These torture gardens stem from me

Roaming packs of cattiness
Check reflections in red pools
Wearing spattered drops
Like strings of pearls
Or precious jewels

Some need to express
These things we repress
But always dancing to forget
Strutting high here come the peacocks
Birds of prey dressed in night
With no wings to fly they're broken
Damaged beauties torn inside
Strutting high here come the peacocks
Birds of prey dressed in night
With no wings to fly they're broken
Damaged beauties torn inside