Inspire the divine
Control the willing mind
As the lilies brought to thee
Rot from the inside.
Dare me to say it and I will,
I'll speak only once
And quickly I will
But here are the words
You've been wanting to hear.
I'll never say it again
And it makes me nervous
To speak a sermon
That none of you will hear.
(Will you hear the rush of blood,
The love of the love of the love of the love?)
But words cannot convey
My love or my heart,
And as the harlot loves thee,
So do I.
You speak of death
Like a lover's caress,
And if that is the case
Then in her arms may you rest...
