Needles

We'll all commit to trepanning.
You don't have a choice.
The needles gleam
omnivorous.
Drinking all that vainglory
drinking all that vainglory
drinking all that infidelity
sorrows, sin and sodomy
drinking all that in.

You're flippant in the face of me,
a carnal bit of jollity
but soon you'll fall to poverty,
a dearth of sole regard.

It wasn't all that hard.
We'll all commit.
So don't fight it.
Come along into the dark, with me.
Come along and we will both be free.

We've liberated all you knew
We've freed the dream, the id.
We've carved into your cranium
and though the blood shall flow
- does flow -
you'll never know we did.

Peel away the folds of flesh,
Culture spores within my head.
And should a mould begin to form
I will be pleased for something fresh
some life comes from the dead
and dying.

Gibbering under psychic strain
you've felt so much
and you're in pain
so come into the needle's reach
come into the needle's reach
I have a way of peace to teach
so come into the needle's reach
and I will make you sane.

We'll all commit.