| When I was a child they made me read |
| Word-daggers of quiver and squirm |
| Now in the stumbling dark I see |
| I am a worm, silently fruiting your garden |
| My sister, my child. |
| Night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul |
| I feel devilish leanings I’m beginning to lose control |
| And the vortex sucks me in. |
| Steeped in sin I die |
| But am reborn. |
| I want to see the cosmos slip |
| Planets and moons collide |
| Feel gravity lose its grip… |
| It’s all inside |
| All the dead husks are shattered |
| My life-blood, my world ripped apart |
| In the laughter of space |
| It’s all chaff blown out and lost. |
| Now I am making the pace |
| Although I don’t know what tape I’ll cross… |
| Maybe catastrophe. |
| When I cross the line |
| I know that I will find myself |
| Or maybe you. |
| I am a man from the country of destruction |
| I am a man a woman and a god |
| I am my own weapon of kamikaze |
| And will one day cut through the |
| Hidden knot |
| Feed me honey and watch me rise |
| To the bait lying on the knife |
| If you let me I can hypnotise your life. |
| It’s all really so simple |
| My lover, my twin. |
| Hand in hand, sprinting down the highway |
| Running over the edge |
| On and on into our doomsday |
| There is no saving ledge |
| Nor outgrown shrub. |
| Is this the way? |
| Out in a blaze of glory? |
| Some day I’ll find the answer |
| Some day I’ll |
| End the story. |