To sow seeds in barren fields

If there’s no more fertile ground

To bear the fragile worlds within

Through the ruined one that surrounds

(to bare the fragile worlds within

To the ruined one that surrounds)

Break the shackles of my past

Give me precious things that do not last

(and succor for the homeless ones

Bring fire down on babylon)

Heal

And destroy

Lift me up

Bring it down

And we may suffer

And we must die

And we may suffer

And we may die...

Come, weary child:

You’ve touched the stars

But you did not move them.

Now it’s time to cut out your heart

And be a god in the kingdom of the dead

Or to raise your face

And make them move.

And you may suffer

And you may die

Yes, you will suffer

And you’re going to die

So sing now:

I’ll be your eyes if you won’t see,

I’ll be your heart if you can’t feel

Now we’ll see who burns the brightest

The brightest of them all

Send me their sons and prodigal daughters

Render up to me their lost and stray

Give lust and life to our dances, flight to our fancies,

Give me courage for my passions and my pain

And this will be my art: to feel alive

Break my heart

Sell my body or my soul

Spite their laws

Fight the odds

Smite the gods

Starve myself

Freeze myself

Burn myself

Kill myself

Kill myself

To feel...

Nail me to you

I will ride you like a nightmare

I will drive you past all love or pain or fear

I will escort you to the end

Take me inside you

I’ll be the master in your mirror

I will drive you until everything else disappears

I’ll be with you to the end

Everything you want to feel

Everything you want to taste