The deeper the better, right through my chest

I know, love, destroying is the thing you do best       

The longer the better, when it’s your hand

No torture  is too much, you will understand

Love is that which snaps              

Your veins and fills the cracks

Black blood on ivory

On the statue of goddess

Same old irony

The beauty’s the beast

Who slaughters the hopeless

Drowning like the wave

Melting like the flame

Boiling like the soul

In the dark

The temple is ready, the path is clear

This pain is barely unbearable my dear

Everyone’s ready, smashed grapes on the stairs

You’re about to witness what’s the opposite of stars

Drowning like the wave

Melting like the flame

Boiling like the soul

In the dark, the darkness whence it came

Wasteland, Wasteland

I’m going to Wasteland

I’ve a stronger pull I cannot share

I’ve a stronger pull that we all share

I’ll fall asleep around teatime

And wake up in Wasteland, Wasteland

Wasteland during teatime

I’ll feed my curious hunger

And I’ll feed my curious thirst

I’ll feed my eyes, I’ll feed my head

I’m going to Wasteland

Wasteland, Wasteland

 

Oh sing me a song, and lull me to sleep

My hometown is waiting for me to fall back

So read me a poem, and sing me a song

So soon I’ll be back

In the wonders of Wasteland

Oh sing me a song, and lull me to sleep

My body of water is waiting for Wasteland

I’m spilling all over, I’m dripping all over

This body of water

Desires the sea

This body of green

Desires new seeds

My imagination is wasted down here

So fruitful and fertile

Demanding new

Wasteland

I’m so happy

She’s uglier

Than me