Truth And Movement

Mechanical regret
With automatic tears
Mutiny had never seemed so pointless
I haven’t slept for ages
A coma in transparent trance
With all my narcissistic little helpers
If not with you
How can I find the ocean floor?
If not for you
What do I need this body for?
I’m lost in you
Distraught with pain and wait for more
Hit me — hit me well
Cut me — cut me well
Hate me — give me more
Protect me in your ties
The wall around a sin
Obscenity resolved in purest torture
Truth and Movement, Truth and Movement
The ghost of innocence
Consume me with unspeakable desire
With the second drop the flood begins