If the search has been long and futile and brutal And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your hoodlum love You reach out and into the absence and gasping The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace your face to its face No end and neither beginning you're spinning You're breathless orbiting a dark and hateful star An evil world Where would I ever be without you? How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it Foolish, I know, but I'm About to die Your life must surely be ending and trembling You realize you never lived a day at all and it's all your fault It all seems unspeakably vile and while You retch the memory of all you understood, the vandal laughs into his hood Look there: The goblins dressed up like a wound Mutants all vagrant and hateful Look there: The mirror, a zombie stands staring Vacant and glaring, Pronouncing your name as his own
