I'm a flame at the edge of your altar. I'll explain this is not what my mother told me to do.nYou're the queen, I'll be your (horn?) king, love.nnDid you read us?nThis is not the same offer.nSince we cleaned up, you're whats left of the call girls.nAll their brains washing into the storm drains, rainbow blood.nScenes on your face from all that spits of love.nI'm not ashamed at all of this.nnThey won't take us.nThis is not the same offer.nAnd if the cops start marching we'll take out every last pig fucker.nCut the chains, open up all the veins, rainbow blood.nCross every body, come with the blisful sun.nI'm not ashamed...nnYou were my prey, now you've opened up to red and green and purple guts.nNow that you're dead, you're not what I want, and I can feel the power of love.