Beware the adulteress
Who lurks in the night.
Steer clear of her beauty;
Steer clear of her light.

Her smile so deadly,
Her voice so sincere,
The question she asks
Fills all men with fear.

You’re beautiful
Without that mask
Oh, Kuchisake-onna.
More beautiful
Than any rose,
More lovely than a geisha.

Her pain manifested,
A hideous smile.
Tears roll down her face,
Innocence of a child.

The question comes up:
“Am I still beautiful?”
The answer is: “Yes.
More than my words can show.”

You’re beautiful
Without that mask
Oh, Kuchisake-onna.
More beautiful
Than any rose,
More lovely than a geisha.

God’s greatest gift
Has turned into a monster
That takes what it wishes
And leaves you die.
Love has been perverted,
Turned into a lie.
Beauty is deeper
Than skin, hair, and eyes.

Take off the mask and smile.