(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 tooh, forget you know, oh, oh
My identity, my id entity