Distress Lyrics

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight
O beast!
In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir
In your foul tresses a mournful tempest
Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour.

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep
Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed.

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You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.

For Vice, gnawing this inborn nobleness of mine
Marked me, like you, with it's sterility
But shroud-haunted, pale, destroyed, I flee.

While that heart no tooth of any crime
Can wound lives in your breast of stone

Frightened of dying while I sleep alone