everything within me turns rapist 
everything turns saint 
the spit and the blood 
and your longing for god 
have lost all meaning now 

and i offered myself to the night 
in a spray of blossoms red and white 
and i took my seat among the depraved 
like a choir boy 
like a returning faith 

a race of demons 
a race of thieves 
is asking for shelter 
is waiting for me 
for we love to betray 
in bursts of grief and laughter 
for we servants must answer 
the call of the blood today 

does that make you sufficient unto yourself?