the passion of lovers... the glory of bauhaus

if Lord Byron, Keats and Shelley had had electric guitars... they would be Bauhaus:





A gut pull drag on me 
Into the calm gaping we 
Mirrors multi reflecting this 
Between spunk stained sheet and odorous whim 


Calm eye-flick shudder within 
Assist me to walk away from sin 
Where is the string that Theseus laid? 
Find me out in this labyrinth place