Christ Complex

It just works on me the way she negotiated that corner,
The way her breasts made that shirt look expensive,
Yet I still feel the blood of my suicide drive the engine of my arousal,
The world’s stage become just the living death of me.
Let me take her limbs to the tongue of my soul,
Maybe if I was worth it,
Maybe if I was.
You give me something worth saving and then you don’t let me save it,
Now give me something worth killing and let it kill me,
I swear I can feel the spin now if I could just get a grip on this orbit,
God are you dead; have you really left me here alone.
Let me take a grain of sand from the beach of my moon,
Maybe if I was worth it,
Maybe if I was.
Are these laws to be the strips on the back of man,
Oh my mind drifts thru the soul-shifting detritus of the fall,
And I am an animal breathing the loose discharge of her,
And I know not what I am and you offer only what I may be.
Let me take the religion of moment to the hunger of ages,
Maybe if you were worth it,
Maybe if you were.