THE PERFUME
Words & Music by Lazywall

woke up today with a smell of eighty skins perfume
hey doctor, i beg you please, don't you remove their costume
six hundred sisters alive, from twelve to twenty five
two hundred feet away, the guards conceal their way out

can't take it anymore, bleeding from their throat
dying slowly screaming out no signs of pain

Watch them dance, watch them burn, candles die to warm your glory
Not a saint, not a breed, vassals to your greed
Torn inside, left behind those who claim they sing their story
Like a candle they will fade when all tears hit the ground

this Bousbir district life will sow your slavery seeds
if you want to take a walk, your privacy's guaranteed
the show's about to start, you have to play your part
Madness is the salt that keeps the reason from rot

the perfume has to spread to wash away the blame
oriental scent of ladies dancing to the flame

Watch them dance, watch them burn, candles die to warm your glory
Not a saint, not a breed, vassals to your greed
Torn inside, left behind those who claim they sing their story
Like a candle they will fade when all tears hit the ground

with no cash, with no shoes, got no time to say i chose
pay the price to free your wife, western dystopia
this is treason to their race, like your claws that shape their face
sinking down in this theme park, western dystopia

Watch them dance, watch them burn, candles die to warm your glory
Not a saint, not a breed, vassals to your greed
Torn inside, left behind those who claim they sing their story
Like a candle they will fade when all tears hit the ground