And when we 'round the bend
She loves us all the same again,
Having borne Iniquity
All of carnage sings to me:

Halo of eternal night--
Alight thine specters, dark and bright!
Cataclysm in my hand--
Choke me with your wedding band

Seizing on a mat of blood
Perceiving springtime in the mud
Violets spring up from the ground,
Organs make their squelching sounds

Turn that betch inside out
Stitch her up and emancipate yourself.

Yes! Liquid love befell the trees
And soaked their roots in harmonies
No turmoil in my mushroom cap!
Just nature's happy, little maps.

Until you round a little bend
And see the vulture's empty mind
***** reflection, victim eyes
Accept it on the other side.

And when we round the bend again
She loves us all the same, my friend
It's carnage that would sing to me
And birds, cleaved of iniquity