I shake
And stare at the sun
Till my eyes burn
I shake
At the mothers
Brutal vermin
I shake
And stare
At the watery moon
With the same desire
As the sober Philistine
Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again
The screw
Is a tightening Atrocity
I shake
For the reeking flesh
Is as romantic as hell
The need
To have seen it all
The voyeur
Of utter destruction
As beauty
I shake
Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle-point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day
Call it a day
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