I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
the pure gold baby
that melts to a shriek
I turn and burn
do not think I underestimate your great concern
ash, ash
you poke and stir
flesh, bone, there is nothing there
a cake of soap,
a wedding ring,
a gold filling
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
beware
beware
out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
and I eat men like air