the song goes on
flowing on behalf of the love
so deep, buried under our skin
morphing into claws
to grasp the wheel of fortune
life can be understood in riddles
lingering in dark woods
spiders fecundate webs
in search of a mistress
to love or feed
a permanent sacrifice
love burns throughout our bones
the final brutal seconds of a young girl
left to remember
hearing lively still
many souls rotting down
we all find our end in sand
but, as the satanic verses say so often
it's obvious that there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
as it is obvious that love
can't be killed
by death