| Kiss me… with your fear |
| I need us being |
| Together… |
| You and I have always been the unseen |
| Invisible to most until the bonding began |
| Weary, dreary, tearyface |
| Take me to the happy place |
| The christ figure beckons those who are fools |
| Those who will drink the sacred blood of his wounds |
| And wipe the dribble from their passive stinking mouths |
| With the soiled cloth worn by the divine falsity |
| In dreams we can die, In fantasies we can thrive |
| But here, only you and I in our nightmare |
| In an erotic embrace that burns Despair |
| The Swallowers and the Listeners are just outside |
| To enter our paradise of private splendor |
| So may they be eviscerated |
| We that are bonded shall be saved |
| Those of the light be shunned |
| Atop desolate plateaus of imagination |
| Centuries will fall, the sodomization of time |
| And still we will sleep on the edge of oblivion |
| Infliction of pleasurable delusions |
| Of erotica, this Exotica Sequence |
| Leaves dry and dead float on cooling Autumn winds |
| Snow gentle and silent drifts in sunless winter skies |
| Spring green and rebirth ignored |
| Summer warmth and joy unnoticed |