I’ve dreamt of the greening fields
Beneath the monochrome beyond the scheme
There lies the glut of a wandering c*** and a burgeoning fiend

He was a master of sorts
A drupaceous mongrel, one of a kind
And she was the diamond of a fidgeting Polack
bare, back and breasted, high as the sky
hollowed, bred and borne of such tragedy
Lady Lazarus succumbs to pitted huffs of Incubi

Yes, Herr Dominus,
Let us crack that whip and let those rubies flow
Yes, Herr Dominus,
Stained red goes all too well with satiety
Tell me, Herr Dominus
Should an eagle refuse flight?

A lot of good it did me
when that rugged man fell to ash
so shall we

Buried deep beyond that rolling rust
grovel you grueling Reichstag
I am stone and I do not move along with you
Paint the dust beneath my feet
And move me beyond your meaning
I have that raw torn skin, you see

And it keeps nicking and nicking
How never could I draw the green
I am all but wastelands
Dusks and dawns matter not to me