speak too much
sing too much
talk too much
argue too much
feel not too much
sway not too much
march too long
never the less
garbage and hate
rubbish of war
leaving this church
leaving this world
master of fuck-ups
rapist of wealth
I recognize all that in me
finally someone who can kindly order me
a slight of fortune in a pool of glory
because I want to be
what you want me to be
let this be my prayer
let me be your industry
maybe over-consuming me in a most silly way
finally someone who can kindly order me
a slight of fortune in a pool of glory
need feedback
I'm not looking for some bigamy, baby
though my head can't always follow me to there
nor completely satisfy your appetite
simply light up when you need a light
finally someone who can kindly order me
a slight of fortune in a pool of glory
why is love so cruel ?
why is it addictive ?
once you've felt it trhough and through