I'm full of despair, held in reserveOur bodies are pale, the appetite's usurpedAll is bonafide, and the spirit is spreadSlow stuttering higher, wringing and raising the deadElsewhere is dying desire, pet springs heavy as leadYou leave me like a child, by this sufferingBy this reckoningTo waitWhere the frequencies run deeperA vow under license, and the afraid roles are refinedTwo sexes in equal violence, equal force when we collideLet others taste decay, run circuits of circumstanceOne is broken, one is madeWhy you dare meIn this danceBy your offeringBeyond all reckoningTo where the frequencies run deeperTo where the frequencies run deeperThis pliers, left freeRanging, theMet retractedThose tatersJust to let you knowbroken words madeBut I am equal to this danceOne word is broken, one is made But I am equal to this danceLet others tasteujęTo be your referee, where you carry meTo where the frequencies run deeper wildTo where the frequencies run deeper wildI'm going where the frequencies run deeper wild*