We run down life to death,
We climb up life to death,
And in fatal passion twined,
We seek a time of happiness.

Wet lips are to wet lips pressed,
Wet lips gorged uxorious,
Seeking dark to shine like suns,
On our sweating nakedness.

We run down death to life,
We climb up death to life,
And in natal spasm seize,
The sad twining of our strife.