i want to die i want to feel you like the stars behind my eyes the force applied fingers pulling from the dark to break my spine feed me to the night the day wears thin fill me with your air your blood and sin i ll take the pill be the inheritor to all your psychic will i ll get a grip i ll be content to drink the sweat from off your wrists skip me to the end and fill me in give me all your air and blood and sin and when the far horizon calls i only need to shut my ears and not say a thing for flesh exchanged my blood will sing don t go away i m reeling from your gold dust poisoning 