Crossing roads,
Left in parallels,
Broken thoughts,
Left in paramounts.
I wanna find a place,
I wanna fire away my grenades.
I wanna hold your arms,
I wanna breath your smokey air.
I wanna define the moment,
The only thing that holds me from killing myself.
A sensual prediction,
That you still want to fuck.
A sensible perception,
That you no longer touch my heart.
A sensitive preacher,
That I allow you to still fuck me up.
A sexual protection,
Tearing apart your over-sized gun.
I wanna find happiness,
I wanna lose myself to emptiness.
I wanna say a little prayer,
I wanna dress up in the glittering dark.
I wanna undone this rotten spell,
Teasing me yet in my finest moments.
I am a leftover,
I am left over.
I am broken,
I am heartbroken.
I am a shadow,
I am shading over.
I wanna have mercy,
I wanna have myself fighting for this filthy misery.
I wanna break up the rules,
I wanna break down the barriers holding me from you.
I wanna struck a pose,
Steering away all surrounding poison.
Infinite wars,
Infinite pain,
Infinite blame,
Infinite hatred,
Infinite meaninglessness.
