just imagine for a second that you're me
hearing the sounds you moan readily
while we're fucking not knowing
if these noises are coming
from a place of honest feeling
or if you're acting so i think that you like it
it's frightening to think that you manipulate a moment of passion
into a fantasy to make me believe it
i feel so lonely with these thoughts
how can i share me when i'm up against a secret
a taboo
a leaking of seas while you're pleasing the me you create in your mind
either building a shrine or a dungeon
often the same in the moment
of crawling to the sun from the ocean below
you label your descent and you hoe yourself
for surviving the means in the show
all the fiends get to know
what a wonderful hole you don' dug
for the love that you hope
you were right to say no to

it's not many lovers
it's one lover
that you use other lovers to destroy
you're not fucking
you're masturbating with toys
called people
and wondering why you can't see any equal

a sequel to me
isn't easy to see
in the present
but set aside what you know now
when you think about the essence
of your thought in the tuture
glory hallelujah
praise to the pussy
ain't everybody in on the game that you playing
they won't say a damn thing
but it hurts when it rains and your pain drowns away
all the cheers of the crowd
it's here and it's now
goddamn
i done went around this whole damn street all night
i feel i fucked up when i picked a side
i roll around and claw at the memory of eyes
my memory aligned
my memory aligned
goddamn i done went around this whole damn street all night
i feel i fucked up when i picked a side
i roll around and claw at the memory of eyes
now blind me till i die
blind me till i die

it's not many lovers
it's one lover
that you use other lovers to destroy
you're not fucking
you're masturbating with toys
called people
and wondering why you can't see any equal