In the silence of the sea
All the black curls over me
I wake, I rise
He's taken what's mine
In the split between her walking
Susserations Satan's talking.
I grow to gag him
And slowly I'll stab him
I've wasted all of my life . . .
I wrote a ransom note in a flushing font of hatred
You think I care? You think I care? I wanna see you screaming.
A doomsday comet holds its flame against my head
I'm an apocalyptic prophet, and I'm self fulfilling
I'm heavier than you baby, with two muses
Double inspiration, double penetration
Twin cities for which to live in
Twin sisters are both for giving it to
I must accept the difference between us, except for once a month
while drunk or on some other kind of drugs. . .