See the light and feel my warm desire Run through your veins like the evening sun
My father was a handsome man But I am his exception And at each station of hatred I still claim to be his son
See the light and feel my warm desire Run through your veins like the evening sun It will live but no eyes will see it
I was broken in the water I may be this way forever
Eyes will see it With the music of my flesh And creeping hair around my neck Eyes will see it
At the rim of cotton On my bedroom dress The gunfire of his hate Launches my excess But my wish won't kill him Though even God forgot me My words weak and ill Misery wrote my plea This will be his will