Sever my soul with your limbs,
What as phantoms find amalgam
Despite your desperate plea
What the souls tear themselves
And assemble, for all of
Eternity
There are things you cannot destroy,
Although you desire strong
Although you hate desire
You have but been all along.
Sever my soul with your limbs,
What as phantoms find amalgam
Despite your desperate plea,
I pertain to myself, of you,
For eternity