*****, untidy, disorderly impulse
I don't remember exactly how it was
Maybe it was me, maybe not
That fever of jumping into anyone's arms

***** as the fires
***** as a lie
The final proof something's off
Or am I wrong?

*****, untidy, disorderly impulse
I read about it, and think what the ****?
It's like I was saying words not mine
Like I had been possessed, by myself
Like I had lost my compass...

I will fight, and learn, and try
about this impulse
till I see the truth
It feels so wrong, it feels so good
But now I'm back, I have a little clue.

"How about opening your mind?"
Granted.
It's like it was a prefabricated impulse, not pure.
Unlike true desire.