My lust may yield a light



That sculpts the gulf of night



Now formless horrors given shape






And they will give me fire



It's what my sex requires



And I in turn will drink the flames






Once the senses are burned



The shadows will return



And bid pleasures "auf wiedersehen"






Now with the curtains drawn



These sullen ranks of pawns



Hope to usurp the seat of same







You can't pretend to comprehend my every function







The modern woman is nothing more than a machine







You can't deny that all you want to do is touch it







To push that button, oh, that well-known button all the way in







Enjoy your stay in







The seat of same

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