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.
With the second drop the flood begins…