I remember everything   To be what I’ve become   A willingness for anything   That can and must be done   I remember writhing in the womb   Wrapped up in viscous gloom      My will is calling out   Like a sweeping plague   Swallowing the mountains   And the deserts and the rain      I remember thinking once   That love could never die   But love is small and very frail   And can’t be kept alive   Unless you love the one for whom   Roars this internal din   Love devours everything   The love of self burns within      My will is calling out   Like a sweeping plague   Swallowing the mountains   And the deserts and the rain   Raping what is left of you   Two flesh becoming one   My will is everywhere   My will be done      My will is calling out   Like a sweeping plague   Swallowing the mountains   And the deserts and the rain   Raping what is left of you   Two flesh becoming one   My will is everything   My will be done