Where did you come from?
What have we started?
Maybe I call you a liar
Held in command
Taken by hand

Mistaking the words on the wire
Take me down again
Pull me down again
Take me down and then a a a a a
Don’t go and ask

Your sick little questions
I can’t find the cure for desire
If this continues
I’m saving myself
By putting my hands in the fire
What’s natural and real

Like monsters we
Like banshees
That’s what we’ve become
There’s half a discussion
And then we ask
What kind of love we have
You know where the door is

Can’t give you myself
Compassions just a word
In a dictionary on your shelf
Monogamy to you it seems

Is just black and blue
All the best psychotic
Lovers ain’t got nothing on you



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