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I. Albéniz Lyrics

The amateur camera captures her motion perfectly.
The camera, although not professional, is able to capture the woman's movements flawlessly.

As the strangle knot that she wears on her wrists.
The knot that the woman ties on her own wrists symbolizes how she is trapped and held captive.

The trunk preserves the new scent of the princess skin.
The trunk is able to retain and hold onto the delicate fragrance of a young woman's skin.

Disinfectant spit adding luster to chapped lips.
Spitting disinfectant onto dry, cracked lips makes them shiny and glossy in appearance.

If she comes to, I'll tell her that she's beautiful.
If the woman regains consciousness, the artist will reassure her that she is beautiful.

All these flies are gathered in admiration.
The flies are drawn to the open wounds on the woman's body, and their presence is likened to a show of admiration.

Perhaps we should offer them a new wound.
The singers suggest that more wounds should be inflicted to entice the flies further.

I think you're right, this isn't really happening.
The artist agrees with the suggestion, but points out the surreal nature of the situation.

Can't get the smell out, can't get the mascara off the apolstry.
The smell and residue of the events that occurred linger and cannot be removed from the furniture and surroundings.

Still everyone keeps laughing at me.
Despite the horrific situation, the witnesses are amused and find humor in the artist's distress.

Oh god, this is going to end badly.
The singer realizes that this situation will not end well and is fearful.

If you don't wake up, I'll have to stop kissing you.
The artist is kissing the unconscious woman, but will have to stop if she doesn't wake up soon.

You rest while I untie you, wait here until they find you.
The singer will unbind the woman and leave her behind to be found by others.

We've got some time before the reverie ends.
There is still time before the dreamlike state comes to a close.

I've combed my hair, brought you your Sunday dress.
The singer is preparing for a special occasion and has also brought a dress for the unconscious woman to wear.

Tonight we'll magnetize the eyes of this whole town.
The duo are planning on attracting the attention and admiration of everyone in town.

My hand made mannequin.
The artist has fashioned the unconscious woman into a figurine or doll.

I won't let them get you.
The singer is determined to protect the woman from harm.

They'll know you're mine by the fingerprints on your throat.
The singer has inflicted violence on the woman and will be identified as the culprit by the evidence on her body.

Isn't she lovely?
Despite the disturbing circumstances, the artist finds the unconscious woman to be beautiful.

Isn't she wonderful?
The artist is in awe of the woman's appearance and attributes.

Like the whores that we are, swatting flies from the wounds we design.
The artists acknowledge their role in exploiting the woman's suffering and the attention it brings.

This is not about fear.
The motivation behind their actions is not fear, but rather a twisted idea of beauty.

Paranoia is a disease of the unarmed.
The unhealthy obsession with their actions is only possible due to the presence of weapons and power.

This is beauty.
In the eyes of the singers, the events they have orchestrated are considered beautiful and admirable.

A sickening concern for the transience of flesh.
The obsession with the physical body and its fleeting existence is both disturbing and unsettling.

We keep our screams behind the gag.
The singers are participating in inflicting harm, but suppress any feelings of pain or guilt.

I keep my baby's breath in a Glad bag.
The artist keeps a strange and unsettling souvenir of their actions as a memento.