Imp of the perverse
Lou reedDeath by a visitation from God
Death by a visitation from God
Student:
I am shadow
Teacher:
Things material and spiritual
Student:
Maternal
Teacher:
Can be heavy
Student:
Suffocating
Teacher:
There are seven iron lamps
Which illumine our senses
Student:
Seven knives
Teacher:
Seven iron lamps to illumine our senses
And seven bells to celebrate the resurrection
Student:
Two marble balls in a sack
One long and slender candle
One mouth
Two reckonings
Consternation and treachery
Teacher:
Are you listening
Are you listening to me
Are you paying attention to me
Student:
I am shadow
Teacher:
Seven iron lamps
Seven oboes
Two small balls
And one tiny candle
Student:
Tiny candle
Teacher:
One pathetic flame
Embers dying
Student:
Dying
Teacher:
Five creatures from the monolith
Seven whispers from the catacombs
Five and seven numbing mumbling speeches
Are you listening
Student:
I am drawn to do what I should not
Teacher:
Guilty, guilty, guilty guilty
No, no, never never no
Seven mornings
Thirteen moons
Five wolves
One silk spread morning
Seven bells for seven senses
Each one lusting lusting
Student:
Guiltily
Teacher:
Two milk fed glands ripe and red tipped
Are you listening my little mouse
Each sense ripped from its bodice
Each gland primed to its overflow
Do you hear me my little mouse man
Do you hear me little cock
Student:
Semen
Teacher:
Are you listening
My little tumescence smear
Student:
Ligeia
I stand on the edge and am drawn to it
Guilt
I am shadow