In sickness, assault, on a tile floor
bear witness of another baby born

in the simple places that are hid beneath your clothes
calm touching.
calm touching brings results

well dont we all exist yet die alone
dont we all exalt
dont we all... dont we die alone

soon as the plot unfolds
your dress and my eyes all up your clothes.
a sure way, to start a war.
in passion, running up your thighs.
my eyes, my-my, love whats in store for tonight.
with no feeling, no not a single sign of life i
i know, well i know better

so mirror your denial love
mirror your denial its love, now its lust