Incursion Dementia - Nasty Savage

Purity of intention 
Sudden invasion 
Of adolescence 
Driven by her convictions 
At seven 
She saw her first vision 
From the heavenly voices 
Invoking vanity 
Her guilt was hag ridden 
As she whipped herself 
Until the blood ran free 

Saint Catherine 
Showed all the signs 

Beyond the threshold of pain 
She believed in mystical miscarriage 
The future is the child of the past 
It's a spiral staircase of ecstasy 

Incursion dementia 
Incursion dementia 

Saint Catherine 
Showed all the signs 

Incursion dementia 
Incursion dementia 
Incursion dementia 
Incursion dementia 

Her climax was reached 
At catatonic fits 
Nor could she long 
Endure them now