You say ‘Living Matter’
I say ‘What of Death'
You say ‘He betrays you.
I say ‘Nothing Left’
So celebrate Decay, my Dear
As if it is your own
You are only matter
There Is No Living Throne
You thought you were the Rapture
But Raptured You Betray
Only in Death the Living
Cultivate and Sway
So be my puppets darling
Move and sway your hips
Another moment matters?
Undulate and think of lips
Move into the Madness
That betrays your soul
I told you Nothing Mattered
Death Is Your Holy Toll