Frothing forked tongues
Hit the stratosphere

Bear rugs on dirt floors
Draw me near

Flesh on flesh
Trial by fire
All it seems to be
Earthly desire

The man on the moon
Had no idea the penalty
Penalty of failings
And days of new

I take what I want
I leave you broken
Friendship lost
You say no

Lead me to other worlds

What can be said
With this teeming mess of tangles
Interwoven histories of
Taking chances

Why is it that
I feel nothing
I love You
Is but a saying
Between fakers.