I told you once
but I will say it again:
when you live for Flesh
it's the beginning of the End;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the Power it holds!

Passion is a poison,
laced with Pleasure bitter-sweet.
One of many thistles
that hides deep beneath;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the power it holds!

Touch!
Taste!
Breathe!
Consumed!

Deja vu, already knew
from the first encounter,
But now I know to let go
of Words; to speak no more!

Like a Wind upon your Face:
you can't see it but you know it's there.
When Beauty shows its ugly face,
just be prepared!

Passion burns,
like Fire carried by the Wind.
The End of a Time,
a Time to begin;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the Power it holds!

It builds you up one way,
and tears you right back down.
A Time to begin;
the End of a Time;

It will take you in,
it will spit you out;
Behold: the Flesh,
and the power it holds!

Touch!
Taste!
Breathe!
Consumed!

Deja vu, already knew
from the first encounter;
but now I know to let go
of Words; to speak no more!

Like a Wind upon your Face;
you can't see it but you know it's there.
When Beauty shows its ugly face,
just be prepared!