"oh rose, thou art sick! the invisible worm that flies in the night / in the
howling storm / has found out thy bed / of crimson joy / and his dark secret
love / doth live destroy"
oh fallen star of wormwood grace / grant me the smile of janus face / give me
a twin identity / a false integrity
to my city set upon the hill / with a godlike view at my own will / give me the
cure for the world's pain / give me the god of cain
for damned in forbearance i have crawled / half awake i've gotten old / i got
the gum card of every sin / sent for the christ to win
deviltry / some simple deviltry of sin / give me black deviltry / the vice of kings
and knaves / the king of kings and knaves /bunch of slaves
for i got no promises to keep / wouldn't bother to sow even less to reap /
and i know there's sense in being sane / there's reality to blame / but i still
got something resembling pride / so one more time give me a ride / crush in
my nasal bone and ride / rattle my spine |