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