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.