To face a wall of waterWith dislocated limbsAnd lungs laced with lithiumI am The DelugeTo splay the wings of moths With hollow eyesAnd hands sheathed in dustI am The DefilerTo crush the throat of purityWith celestial wrathAnd womb lined with thornsI am
To face a wall of waterWith dislocated limbsAnd lungs laced with lithiumI am The DelugeTo splay the wings of moths With hollow eyesAnd hands sheathed in dustI am The DefilerTo crush the throat of purityWith celestial wrathAnd womb lined with thornsI am