grinding, let the fire burn low   as the pulse comes flickering back   we are bound by belief in all that dies   & i will the skin    to dissolve   i worship the drug-flesh   & let the corpse go   make it rain forever   make it black   & make me whole...   let the cipher call the priest   you can be my gallows pole      this desolation in the vein   poisonous & vile   tearing out the centre of the cancerous heart   & i am defined by the sickness   oh the irony defies belief   another metaphor to signify decay   & yet it shines   let the cipher call the priest   you can be my gallows pole   let the vultures be released   you can be my gallows pole      you are the priestess   you are the whore   you are deified/vilified   you're all that i know   you are the priestess   you are the whore   you are my world   sacrosanct   you.   said.   destroy.