Inspiration comes at night
When everything is calm and boring
When memories of love and life and
Loins and limbs get roaring
They flood my gates and every
Pocket of my brain is wet and lusting
Whose winds betray you into trusting them
Won't destroy this love and life you're building up and making
Men must never crack your bones
Just for the sound of something breaking
And forgiveness is no virtue
When it comes to evil doing
It's okay to cast away from life
The things that aren't your choosing