Hardware:

When the lights are all out, that's when I see,
Everything and nothing within my life.
Every doubt pouring through and out of my life,
I find I feel I touch and pull back the skin of my teeth.

Bloodlight is the back of my mind,
Ice biting hard in this empty place,
Every pain and fear always goes away
and it's all so clear when I'm fucking your face.

In the back of my mind, in the black of my heart
At the start of the cut to the running of blood
From the tip of my skull to the end of the bed
the sensation is real with the throw of your head

This night like all the rest,
the question of time and the scent of the taste,
that you make of my twisted writing form
it's just warm and wet and I'm fucking your face.