One step - two stepping me, Swirling around me in a spiral, And I twirl, And orbit in a cycle, Gaining momentum, I shine bright As I try to catch up to your speed And you run me down! When did you become so sinister?
Never fixed in a fixture, So I never got the whole picture, Because you're constantly on the move. So move!
Don't hold your breath In fear that you'll never breathe again When the difference between Reality and a projection Is the ink in the pen and The lines in a book And even then, You cannot catch up to the speed of His Handwriting.
Finished before you even started, Cycle after cycle I am reminded.
Pulsate your peevish pain through every inch of me, call it love, your preposterous purity pumps in my veins now, I cannot escape your Vice, I laugh that I once Tried.
That is a part of me now. That same sickness satiates Each nerve of mine. That same slaughterous sin sounds like the echo of My bare bones. That slimy sidekick that You call sanctimonious Writhes, sorry in my skin.
Pre-existent Angelface is nothing But a wistful, naïve miracle! She is chained with heavy wire, Remains in my grains. I believe she weeps, out of sheer Celebration, for she is a ferociously forgiving creature Blind to her nature.