In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new.
The more sincere the soul, the heavier the cross endured.
With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.
The fate that condemns or saves one sooner or later often condemns or saves another.