Meet me at the crossroads of lust and hate
For an object I so desire must chain me.
Cast away your soul and breath
And come only with the weaponry of your trade.
Be unfeeling when I am not chaste
Lest my broken clockwork tick again
And race to keep pace with the life that has flown by
And bear witness to the performance of
Forgotten black angels in their hypnotic masque again
And string all their words in unbearable poetry.
Meet me at the crossroads of lust and hate
And cast away all that I desire of you.
Be the faceless stranger with the weaponry of his trade
So when I meet my death, you can go your way.
Meet me at the crossroads of lust and hate
But do not bring your love
I do not know which road to take.
