It should make me bleed It should make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin It should take me where I don't want to go Into the darkest corners of obsolete dreams It should stir the old gods to life And awaken the slumbering spirit of the race Spare me your numb sentimentality And windows into your flaccid memories Bring forth your demons and their hell fire Wield your pen like a knife to my throat And make me feel alive for even a few minutes Speak to me the words of a new faith Sing to me forbidden songs of new ceremonies Invite me into your darkest corners and show me your horrors Let us barter on the black market of thoughts and ideas Let us reinvent the myths Speaking new worlds into being Let us be gods for a time