said no to a silent tongue, no in silence, could it be
there was a way of saying that i didn't know. and just
as i was leaving some voice shouted. just shouted:
be strong in death. a real voice in a quiet low tone.
still shouting. nothing more. just shouting . . .

i'm with you tonight without mask or clothes. i'm in
your hands. like a leper i crawl and hide, burnt by
the sunlight and chased by the cold. we are in
some strangely lit room no signs of decay, until
twilight falls over us to show us our way. beyond
the comfort of loneliness, we follow our footsteps.
dancing. dancing . . .

i'm settling into another fight with my hands tied
behind my back. and my eyes have seen the glory that
leaves me blind. i have no sight. i have no sight.
i see the imbecile his thin cold hands around my
throat. embrace. he's selling fortunes, he's selling
fates, with a smile. i'm settling into another fight
with my hands tied behind my back and my eyes have
seen the glory that leaves me blinded. i have no sight.
something falls with every tear and leaves me wanting . . .
a gift of a knife. anticipation . . . do i recite these words
in front of my eyes without emotion and without pain.
i believe only in the lies i've told for the truth is as
useful as shit to me. deny the truth and live on my back.
live on my lies. live on my hands and knees. live + then die.

what can we deduce from the collision of two bodies
without an accident. oh thing of love . . . memories. and
just to touch something alive. a body not any-body.
just to taste that same body without spitting out.
without throwing up, without asking question after
question and sinking further into dissolution. an end.
caressing . . . what becomes of the broken hearted. all
broken hearts shattered they can only mistrust . . .
they can only blame themselves for being fooled
and fooled by that eternal flame. the flame is a
yellow tinged fuck . . . up for grabs. up for sale. up
for anyone cunt enough to lick the floow. anyone
cunt enough to try. masturbated dry.
oh thing of love . . . it's there between both worlds.
mine and yours. yours and mine.

a slit slit throat and a honey coloured flower
danced together on the broken glass. the broken glass,
the sacred glass, it's my eye-glass so that i can see
far. so that i can love you from afar.

ecstasy is the original sin . . . and no favours and no
faith. still born into a world filled with fruit and delight.
into a world not safe, a world is crying. eyes red with
tears, red-stained, blood-shit smears. a world is crying.
seeing is never believing . . . like escape from death
into life can be the greatest mistake. the child sees
only the birds, hears only the sound of water kissing
land, the sound of the wind shifting through time
and now it appears with the joy of life, from the past,
covered in the blood of ignorance. from the past,
covered in the blood of ignorance . . . believing is never seeing.

and now it's playtime . . . and some pathway through a
laught and a jolt and a laugh. your train stations
are my radio-waves. in no-mans land . . . some kind of
romance.

drop-down and move like a soldier, through the
undergrowth. snake-like and quietly. fall flat. hush.
i'm climbing through the ruins of someones house,
through the once loved rooms. in a room a blackboard
stands, written on it, the words: sic transit gloria mundi.
onto the roof, across the rooftops of romance, of
death, of ruined dreams. (such a dream). and my
hands are dirtied by anothers hate. not mine.
my rejection of this hate propels me to my desired
end. in front of me stands a gate . . . open sesame . . .

two children climbing the ladder, together.

i'm lying naked on the floor
with my hands held up high
something is forcing down upon me
scarring my body
gashing..
a piano plays quietly
lullaby-like in the background

won't you fuck me with your sin

a child rushes into the room,crying..
but takes no notice of me lying
naked on the floor
she walks over to the window
and throws some bread to the birds
by the wall
she stands by the window for a while
just watching the birds
then runs back through the room
laughing...

and now it's playtime
and some pathway through
a laugh and a jolt
and a laugh
your train-stations
are my radio-waves
in no mans' land
some kind of romance
some kind of romance.

and no favours and no faith
still born into a world filled with fruit and delight

ecstasy is...original sin
ecstasy is...original sin

into a world not safe, a world is crying
eyes red with tears, red-stained blood-shit smears
a world is crying...

'we welcome you america - we are seeking martyrdom'
'generation of anger - generation of anger...may fire pour on america'

...insincere at the very least and beneath the shit he smiles
while he fucks, scaled down to size mr. terrorist himself
shouts and fails to see his own puppet-shit

and the mouth of man is breathing fire down on our heads
and beneath the marble floor, there lies a question
why does my body shudder, why does my body shudder so

ecstasy is...original sin

and escape from death into life can be the greatest mistake
the child sees only the birds, hears only the sound of water
kissing land, the sound of the wind shifting through time
and now it appears with the joy of life...
from the past, covered in the blood of ignorance
from the past, covered in the blood of ignorance