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