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 imprision and leave  Their victims without defence  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