I walk out of the mist
I walk out of a dream
I walk out the panicking crowd
Careful not to step on carbonized bodies
I walk out of waterfalls of fire
No footsteps are left behind
And with the coldness of a Medusa stare
And with the madness of a desperate composer
Dripping in sweat
Writing his requiem with his proper blood
I walk into my personal inferno
Halle, hallelujah I’m on fire
Halle, hallelujah was it my desire
For the times I questioned
For the times I lied
For the times I made love to random bodies
Miserere Domine
For the times I killed
Killed the desire
To satiate a flesh under galloping hips
Miserere Domine
For the times I longed in copulate
To copulate with the angels
For the times I didn’t suppress the feelings
Feelings of my human halt
Miserere Domine
For all the times I would not resign
To the incapacity of wingless being to fly
For all the verses I psycographed
For all the songs that I have bled
The alluring false ‘Je t’áime’
Could not feel the Calvary pain
Now I understand the post intercourse depression
Now I understand the reason of my questions
Verily I say unto you, turn my wine into water
Sooth the burning, bring the morphine
Let there be light, let there be Dike, but
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
Halle, hallelujah I’m on fire
Halle, hallelujah was it my desire
Lama Sabachthani