I Turned My Back On The Devil,

Take One Step To The Side And It's All Absurd.

Even Without The Mushroom Cloud Still I Would Have Hated Listen I Would Have Done The Same Things Even If There Were No Death I Will Not Be Held Like A Drunkard Under The Cold Tap Of Facts I Refuse The Universal Alibi

All The Lousy Little Poets Coming Around Trying To Sound Like Charles Manson.

No Penance Serves To Renew Them, No Massive Transfusions Of Trust. Why Not Even Revenge Can Undo Them, So Twisted These Vows And So Crushed.

The Big Change Is The Proximity To Death.