[00:00.00] 作词 : Wiwmczarek[01:01.08]I tasted the fever of[01:01.56]Your existence[01:01.92]Seems like cold grain to my mouth[01:03.69]I stand aside,[01:04.59]I stay away[01:05.52]Transmuting my quicksilver blood[01:19.59]KIA - that[01:19.83]I may see[01:19.98]ZOS - that[01:20.19]I may touch[01:20.37]Insipid are the describing words[01:21.15]The self needs no vulgar praise[01:22.98]This worship has no supplications[01:23.85]My rite is to live and do[01:29.10]Things naked, pure, of honest lust[01:48.69]The throbbing vortex feeds on it all[01:49.47]Sleep is the best of possible prayers[02:02.85]The winged eyes are blessed to see[02:03.42]Downtrodden deception of every torment[02:04.35]Transpierced hymens my lust adores[02:05.19]Many images yet one raw flesh[02:05.85]Animal steps[02:06.54]I love to tread[02:06.84]An ideal point where[02:07.23]Time is Space[02:07.62]Memory giant sores this journey must heal[02:09.00]Lady of Mourning and her monsters[02:11.19]Lay down the scythes for here[02:14.28]I come Joyful and priapic my baby soul[02:15.21]A new-born one, ten million years old