Truth And Movement - Diorama

Mechanical regret

With automatic tears

Mutiny had never seemed so pointless

I haven’t slept for ages

A coma in transparent trance

With all my narcissistic little helpers

If not with you

How can I find the ocean floor?

If not for you

What do I need this body for?

I’m lost in you

Distraught with pain and wait for more

Hit me — hit me well

Cut me — cut me well

Hate me — give me more

Protect me in your ties

The wall around a sin

Obscenity resolved in purest torture

Truth and Movement, Truth and Movement

The ghost of innocence

Consume me with unspeakable desire

With the second drop the flood begins