To sow seeds in barren 
fields 
When there's no more 
fertile ground 
To bear the fragile 
worlds within 
Through the ruined one 
that surrounds 
Break the shackles of 
my past 
Give me precious 
things that do not last 
(and succor for the 
homeless ones 
bring fire down on 
Babylon) 
Heal 
And destroy 
Lift me up 
Bring it down 
And we may suffer 
And we must die 
And we may suffer 
And we may die 
Come weary child: 
You've touched the 
stars but you did not move them 
Now it's time to cut 
out your heart 
And be a god in the 
kingdom of the dead 
Or to raise your face 
And make them move. 
And we may suffer 
And you may die 
Yes, you will 
suffer 
And you're going to 
die 
So sing now: 
I'll be your eyes if 
you won't see, 
I'll be your heart if 
you can't feel 
burns the brightest 
The brightest of them 
all Send me their sons 
and prodigal daughters 
Render up to me 
their lost and stray 
Give lust and life 
to our dances, flight to our fancies 
Give me courage for 
my passions and my pain 
And this will be my 
art: to feel alive 
Break my heart 
Sell my body or my 
soul 
Spite their laws 
Fight the odds 
Smite the gods 
Starve myself 
Freeze myself 
Burn myself 
Kill myself 
Kill myself 
To feel... Nail me to you 
I will ride you 
like a nightmare 
I will drive you 
past all love or pain or fear 
I will escort you 
to the end 
Take me inside you 
I'll be the master 
in your mirror 
I will drive you 
until everything else disappears 
I'll be with you to 
the end Everything you want 
to feel 
Everything you want 
to taste