The Last Surrealist - In the All Consuming Fires of Sodom and Gomorrah, We Make Love lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Romans] From these palisades you can see the dead Alongside the stony brook where once I lay In wretched confinement to the bastille on the shore Dreaming to uncover the one I adore Through bitter poetry I stab at the walls Drag the quill through the celestial ayin with whom I am Entwined, entranced, and altogether helpless In the euphoria of emotion will I dance [Verse 2: Chris Romans] Now I use antonyms to describe the one I love As the corrupted throne in my heart of late lies dormant with desire To one day rejoice at the return of a master to the godless soul All consumed in the waters of tasteless desire to be unborn To be unborn into the arms of she who holds the key To return to that eternal driving force in the sails To unmake my mistakes and fix the floors of my galleon Leading to a return to my mother's womb again [Verse 3: Chris Romans] For grace to draw the first breath as if it was The final execution born into a universe Formless like Yahweh's silent monologue exiting my throat as if conditioned By an egyptian babe's wailing cry unintelligible to all but me As symptoms of synesthesia and at the most extreme Embalming fluid taking the carca** into the destructive villa Under the sea where I make love with the apostasy And reincarnate as a weed growing in the desert, covering my old body