In the human commerce of forbidden addiction,
Love has fangs and horns to tear:
If you love in error, fear will bite you
Chase you for miles, to it’s heartsick pounding
And disdaining, hurl you to the ground
For I’m half-strangling on your sighs
But you don’t notice I’m around
Human beings are the cynical predator
That wraps you tightly in miles of rules:
There is no bill of rights for lovers,
No wailing wall to advertise our need
There has never been a school
For I’m half-strangling on your sighs
But you don’t notice I’m around
We’d rather live out life in isolation
Instead of dry-humping with other’s minds
And we keep a tight rein on our emotion-
That sloppy drunk found pissing anywhere
So the truth never quite gets found
For I’m half-strangling on your sighs
But you don’t notice I’m around.
