In these plagued streets of pity/ you can buy anything you want/ for 200 anyone
can conceive a god on video/ he's a boy, you want a girl, so tear of his cock/ tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita, if
you want/ if you want/

Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself
to get the pain out/ power produces desire, the weak have none, there's
no lust in this coma even for a fifty/ solitude, solitude, The 11th
Comandment/ the only certain thing that is left about me/ there is no
part of my body that has not been used

From "Yes" -lyrics written by Richey James