Flower of psycothic extasies
Be my guide where existence doesn't exist
Be my black ship
In the inconcistence sea of reason
Be my Muse
Be the atom breath, in my immaterial world
Be my geometric madness
Wet my face, wet my face
wet my face with vital lymph
In my pathetic dance, behold me
with astonished eyes in my spin
Be my hope bride and my bringer of doom
Show my real self in my anarchic dream
Be my drug
Freeze my mind to see the truth
like plumb in my veins
Be my inconscious desire
reveal you in my mirror
Be my strenght in this last extreme act
And so the existence turns off
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