Zipping cupid in a body bag well-worn Next to the mausoleum he was born in Picking up the pieces of this gory glory of it all From eve to morn, for eve to mourn
[Chorus:] Have no fear There are wounds that are not meant to heal And they sing in venere veritas Come inside let the fire burn you alive And sing baby sing There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all In venere veritas
There is a method to our sadness As we drag the mirror ball and chain Through the twilight again dressed up in shame
[Chorus] Have no fear There are wounds that are not meant to heal And they sing in venere veritas Come inside let the fire burn you alive And sing baby sing There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all In venere veritas
[Chorus] These are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all These are the wounds that are not meant to heal at all