Mortar Grind Pain of Salvation

Emelie is sad
Emelie is sad
Emelie is sad
She used to be glad
Now Emelie's been had
Emelie's been had
Emelie's been had
She might never be glad

Oh, but there is something deep inside her
Oh, if we could only see inside her

Now she's mine
All broken inside
A product of your fine
Mortar grind
Every crime is seeping inside
Until they're all mine
Burn them away
Burn them away

Jenny used to smile
Jenny used to smile
Jenny used to smile
Now she'll only hide
Jenny's in denial
Jenny's in denial
Jenny's in denial
She might never smile