Nasty Savage Incursion Dementia
Purity of intention sudden invasion Of adolescence Driven by her convictions At seven She saw her first vision From the heavenly voices Invoking vanity Her guilt was hag ridden As she whipped herself Until the blood ran free Saint Catherine Showed all the signs Beyond the threshold of pain She believed in mystical marriage The future is the child of the past It's a spiral staircase of ecstasy Incursion dementia Incursion dementia Saint Catherine Showed all the signs Incursion dementia Incursion dementia Incursion dementia Incursion dementia Her climax was reached At catatonics fits Nor cloud she long Endure them now