(N. Walusko)
Now can you fill this here cavity
Warm and dark--this sick gravity
I'm thinking about the things that you pulled from me
And what they've grown up to be
But I want you so, I don't need to go, and I'd love to show
My identity, my id-entity
The gods are dropping down from the firmament
'Cause even they're not so permanent
Look at your self and your humanity
All in all it's just vanity
And I loved you so, but I needed to go, 'cause you wanted to know
My identity
You've got me near, you're using fear to keep me--keep me here
You want me to be your casual necessity,
But those are things that I can never be, yeah
Someone's in the vicinity
Underneath your infinity
You've given to me the ";many thanks for the memories";
Bet you can use them when you're seventy
But I want you so, and I'd love to...oh, forget you know, oh, oh
My identity, my id entity