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.