"Oh rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm that flies in the night / In the 
howling storm / Has found out thy bed / Of crimson joy / And his dark secret 
love / Doth live destroy" 

Oh fallen star of wormwood grace / Grant me the smile of Janus face / Give me 
a twin identity / A false integrity 

To my city set upon the hill / With a godlike view at my own will / Give me the 
cure for the world's pain / Give me the god of cain 

For damned in forbearance I have crawled / Half awake I've gotten old / I got 
the gum card of every sin / Sent for the Christ to win 

Deviltry / Some simple deviltry of sin / Give me black deviltry / The vice of kings 
and knaves / The king of kings and knaves /Bunch of slaves 

For I got no promises to keep / Wouldn't bother to sow even less to reap / 
And I know there's sense in being sane / There's reality to blame / But I still 
got something resembling pride / So one more time give me a ride / Crush in 
my nasal bone and ride / Rattle my spine