When I scream I AM THE SUN

It is clear that the world is purely parodic

She nearly died to be born, unadorned

Mistook herself for the racket, when in fact

The forgetting was always a lie, and in time

She'll put her doctrine aside, for a while for a while for a while

Raise the needle, close the folds

In this fashion, break the old

End the trial, meet reprieve

Brace for movement: leap!

Paralyzed, never start

Let it rip out your heart

String it up from above

Maybe love should shear and cut

When the lacerations make your tendons itch

You can always make it to another hit

You can bleed me out to dry

Edified

I might never die

Can you show me desire, on the pyre?

What of the subjectless horror? In our core

That's the simplest image of life, now in sight

Wearing thin as a knife

An evasive touch

Put to rest so much

When we open ourselves to the outside

Who could be so resigned?

OPERATE THE KNIFE

BURN—IN THE TORRID BLIGHT

CUT—OPERATE THE KNIFE

BURN—IN THE TORRID BLIGHT

CUT!

BURN—IN THE TORRID BLIGHT

CUT—OPERATE THE KNIFE

FIGHT—AND LIGHT UP WHEN I SCREAM

I AM THE SUN

Overcome with desire

With your heart in the fire

Keep on pushing the stone

Joyous and cold as the void