It comes from all we're giving. In seemingly endless supply. As signals cross defiantly. Into this volatile mix we charge. . And the stubborn mind repeats.
For thou sweeps me. In thy robe of guilt. With garments forged. In spiteful steel. No tainted pride. Shall make conviction cease. . But none shall be unto thee proven.
Drenched in the perfume of hell. Impasto of burning oils. Forming continents on my. Outstretched naked body, erupting. . Crimson. Stains of shame. Stains of shame.