Mechanical regret With automatic tears Mutiny had never seemed so pointless. I haven’t slept for ages. A coma in transparent trance With all my narcissistic little helpers.
If not with you, How can I find the ocean floor? If not for you, What do I need this body for? I’m lost in you, Distraught with pain and wait for more.
Hit me – hit me well Cut me – cut me well Hate me – give me more
Protect me in your ties The wall around a sin Obscenity resolved in purest torture Truth and Movement, Truth and Movement, The ghost of innocence Consume me with unspeakable desire.