lust begets, naive to follow
  rises rises up like resin 
  bubbling bubbling grosse sensation
  of sweet syrup, seventh heaven 
  
  by the waste he will be punctured 
  bleeding bleeding in December 
  paler skin, and paler action 
  weaker weaker ugly passion 

  but nothing nothing stops sensation 
  older than your contemplation 
  older than your hands and feet 
  back when sunlight drew the meek
  crawling on the ocean floor
  fear ruled like an emporer 
  
  fear of fear or fear of pleasure 
  both exist within the center
  resound that eternal hum 
  the only sound where both succumb 
  
  images, what idols were
  bring up about great fevers 
  draw the eye like honey traps 
  and project into hungry stomachs 
  mouths full of tasty snacks 
  inspire the visionary idiot 
  guided by what he lacks 
  and boasts of what his hands could mock 
  if only they would not fight back 
  against a bile a chemical 
  that used to push eternal cycles 
  into vast impure domains 
  like relapse says you're just the same 
  you ought to be more careful then 
  you maim the branch that grows again