The greater of two evils is what I seek
Never the moderate, the wise, the weak
I prefer one with a double-edged core
Whose morals wage an unending war

My satisfaction is a sadistic thing
Wanting the one who with holds their being
Give me love and affection and trust
I’ve given up more, just for lust

Though I know of what I should
I'm drawn to the fugitive could
Perhaps it is those of a clipped feather
Who flock to their destruction together