Price Of Beauty

My sounds of pleasure,
Overpower your sounds of pain,
I'm only cutting for the treasure,
And for the blood to stain.

I'll put your eyes in a jar,
And your hands in the glass,
I'll put your head on a steak,
For everyone to see when they pass.

I'll use my best scalpels,
And my best cloths,
I'll use the greatest helpers,
They'll be the people you did wrong.

I'll cut out your tongue,
And hang it above your bed,
You will never talk again,
Or spread the lies you made up in your head.

I'll put your blood in buckets,
And pour it into the sewers,
I would donate it,
But it's pretty much useless.

Then I'll sew you back together,
For you can see the price of beauty,
I'll put a bow in your hair,
So you can look nice and pretty.

I'll find you an elegant dress,
To show all of your scars,
I'll show everyone the real you,
Who you really are.