it's a wicked and twisted love
we know nothing but fragments of discarded clay
we try to put the pieces back together but we're as shaky as the weather
we allow the logic to flow out of brains, hoping to soon receive something worth the gains
but we go with the flow of our bodies in a sick and passionate rhythm, feeding the flesh that so easily entangles our beings
we destroy, we destroy, we destroy
in the inevitable repetition of our sin, we allow to happen, we allow it to win
you couldn't deny the satisfying feeling that overflows your nature, we can't hold out to be anything close to pure
you love my body under yours, as you rest your hands on the frame of my curves
my tongue in your mouth and my body pressed against yours, we can't take a stand we just open the drawers
exploring the beauty of this gift we're abusing, we consistently are misusing
can we even deny ourselves the simple pleasure, of having each other before the intended measure