The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve
And all becomes intermingled
To flirt with the despicable In a trance without end Where the ice burns Like glowing embers And where one shatters By fits and starts of sperm The morale of men
Serve another god Lose another dream
Sentiments imprison and leave Their victims without defense Love is a poison which Flourishes in the heart of the weak
From the lower world we direct The attraction of the distasteful Makes us ignore the vile Since only from below Can one better see the heights
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