My heart needs a bone to gnaw
To cease all intercourse with our rhetoric life
To shed my moral shroud
To what end
Life is all
The crown of creation
Was not I a fuckin' idiot
The dupe of your altruïsm
THE DUKE OF THE INFINITE
I have drawn back the curtain
To fly away and leave all this behind
Hold on by the end of my wings
Let me dry your genuine tears
Your genuine tears
I miss your radiant face
I WILL LEAVE NO TRACE
How could one fail - to feel
Let me emphasize the need to find an angel
Tragedy as a purge
And plot your own plot
You ain't gonna be with any other
(memory is a) Festering wound
When I choose
When I act
A virtue is just another artefact