She fell alive
I came apart
A complicated work of art
Ejaculation spared the womb
Exhilaration bred the gloom
Attack
Believe
I am nothing with no future
I sold my soul
She came too soon
A fetishistic anteroom
Somnambulation weakened sin
The barbed wire cross allowed them in
Separate, dissonant and dangerous
And sentient
Cry for me when my sex dies
By my own hand I'll stop you drowning
Satiate my warped desire
And you will hear my hungry howling
Cry for the death of sex
Drown in my glorious spit
Cry for the death of sex
Drown in my glorious spit
Cry for the death of sex
Drown in my glorious spit
Cry for the death of my sex
Drown in my glorious spit
She fell alive
I came apart
A complicated work of art
Attack
Believe
Cry for the death of my sex
Cry for the death of my
Cry for the death of my sex
Drown in my glorious spit
Cry for the death of my sex
Drown in my glorious spit