Mongrel Aficionado
2006
Lovest me thou? Am I worth you a glance?
broken, diseased and grotesque
would you notice, I write and dance
to your songs, lost and burlesque?
Your chemise is wet and torn
let me take it off your skin
on your chest Ill be new born
as the prophet of love and sin
Feel this cosmic psychic link
you got admiration at first blush
now taint me with blackest ink
I wanna feel the maximum flush
Psychonauts on applied arts– now slowly take me away
on sensual skin, sainted hearts– here forever Id stay
