Love this body to win the mind
But love this mind? You'll loose it.
A word on the street
No sign to compete, for lust
That's all I'll bleed for.
Its all a cliché
And I song I refuse to sing.
For to you it's a lullaby made so sweet
Contradiction is what you hold dear.
And a kiss to the night bird
As it clings with the chains
To the past it tore up to shreds.
Let the chemicals flow
And maybe you'll know, of love
That's what I speak of, not fear.