The top becomes the bottom

The fantasy becomes reality

The conceptions change

The landmarks dissolve



And all becomes intermingled



To flirt with the despicable

In a trance without end

Where the ice burns

Like glowing embers

And where one shatters

By fits and starts of sperm

The morale of men



Serve another god

Lose another dream



Sentiments imprision and leave

Their victims without defence

Love is a poison which

Flourishes in the heart of the weak



From the lower world we direct

The attraction of the distasteful

Makes us ignore the vile

Since only from below

Can one better see the heights