There's something left,

Some remnant of pain

Some pure convulsion

Of lust?


But you don't know why

Is it to do with the anger

That you bury inside?

There's a look on your face

There's a look in your eye

Care to take me out

Care to take this outside?


Is something in which you excel

So let's have a little talk about people

Let's have a little talk about hell

The light goes out

In some unknown room

And some parched lips cry

And we are back to the start.