Meier may we be this way forever and,nTell me lover what will become of the others?nBones, skin, nails and the fleshnOn a bed of lack of passionnA midieval consequencenThey worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kindnNow I'm stealing her bodynand taking it homenThere is always one more fallnMaladjusted you must trust me darlingnSubsequently, you see,nYou deserve more than menThey bury you while wearing garments Of funeral firenThis will hurt youn(This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye.)nIt's killing menThis will hurt younAnd I will toonBloodlust - for this girlnBloodloss - for this boynThis is forever.