You Are The SALT   In SICKNESS   I Am The WOUND   In SICKNESS And HEALTH      The Music Ceases   As Your NOBLE Touch Pleases   Your PREDICTABLE Touch Ceases   As The Tirering Music Pleases      You Are The WATER   In SICKNESS   I Am The FLAME   In SICKNESS And Health      Maybe, I Want To Cherish   Your Sensual VIRGINITY      Maybe, I Want To Cherish   Your Sensual INABILITY      Maybe, You Ask Why   Why You Are, BLACK AS I      And Sorrow Fills The Moon   As I KISS HER Faithfully   And Shadows Fill The Room   As The BEAST Take Shape To Win      You're Black, You're Black   You're BLACK AS I      When Our THRILLS Cease   I Leave The World Behind   A DELIGHTFUL Feast I Wish   Oh, Lord, You Know I Tried      Like Blood, A SCENT In The Sun   So Special, Maybe THE ONLY ONE      And HER Flaming LIPS   Swallow My Endless Mess   And HER Lovely HEARTLESS Soul   I Soon Have Torn - IN TWO      "All black souls should look   for white elements in themselves"