Lydia Lunch - Inverted Dream lyrics

The void is just an inverted dream In which we are all enguled Doomed to the empty hours of eternity To the periphery of Shudders and mildewed desires Where idiot savants wander the Wasteland in search of lost love Amonst the ruined And what you call love is nothing But I do a dual of salivas Between perfumed corpses Who seek to accelerate their Own destruction and display Their wounds under the beams Of a luminous chancre You long for the insincerities Of the flesh, a mere furnace of Guts with the gift of tears I love watching lovers Profit from their sickness Exploiting their disequilibrium With violence and sk** in salon Of blood and guts, that boneyard Of dreams where the Extremities of pa**ion Rapture rupture into an abcess, an absence The dismal abyss, which follows delirium