"Separate,
  purify,
  reunite."
                  -J.D. Morrison, "The Lords"

Now, girl, you can see
You've dreamt about love
And you've dreamt about ******
You've dreamt about
all this stuff.
You've been obsessed
with the power of sexuality
All the ideas and concepts
Have been flooding your mind

Now, girl, pick the scattered glass
from the pool of thick, dense blood
(sound of crumbled glass
as opposed to viscous
bloodness of blood)

You've
Kind of
Found yourself
In this crazy whirlpool