My heart needs a bone to gnaw To cease all intercourse with our rhetoric life To shed my moral shroud To what end Life is all The crown of creation Was not I a fuckin' idiot The dupe of your altruïsm THE DUKE OF THE INFINITE I have drawn back the curtain To fly away and leave all this behind Hold on by the end of my wings Let me dry your genuine tears Your genuine tears I miss your radiant face I WILL LEAVE NO TRACE How could one fail - to feel Let me emphasize the need to find an angel Tragedy as a purge And plot your own plot You ain't gonna be with any other (Memory is a) Festering wound When I choose When I act A virtue is just another artefact