Have you ever doubted The limits of who we are? Have you ever transcended Into what some of us are? You're a story unread I shall read you word by word Your beauty will come alive Alit by abysmal fire In the gardens of man we shall thrive Oh we bring beauty to a world of stone In neon Babylon we shall flourish We are the wicked, we are the depraved Have you heard the call, the abysmal allure Of flesh and lust and hunger in a sinful embrace Have you heard the roar, the abysmal allure As limbs and bodies thrash, in depravity unite In pursuit of pleasure In challenge of your barriers Your beauty comes alive Alit by abysmal fire Across every border, I will force every gate once barred shut Oh I shall have every dark hidden corner Explored through my flesh poetry Oh be my canvas in this my bestial artistry And be my colours, my brush, my carnal muse, my lust And where we go, others can only follow To where fires roar and wicked angels soar, for us all