You make me want to die … take away my music..
and my love wants to pour, dripping from my veins
Love is life, life is in the blood, I want love no more
You suck away all devotion, with heretical pornography
Until it all becomes filthy flesh, with no cause for lust
Flesh defiled grows quickly boring. I want flesh no more
You make me want to rend my eyeballs from their sockets
because they have seen your beauty and your beauty is a lie
Ugly as sin? Are you not my sin, my beauty? I want beauty no more.
You are at my back when I turn away, before my eyes if I stay
Taunting me, driving me mad, with dangled promise of hope
Tearing my life down to suit your needs before tossing it away.
You make me want to die, I can no longer hear the words
Without deep keening pain of loss for this is not my world
You never sang Del Shannon songs and cried for me.
Kindly remember artistic expression is about the truth of feeling, not the truth of action.