A beating pulse, a pounding heart,
a million pieces from the start
I never doubted for a second
that it would be hard
But the will to be alive
greater than any ideals
I believe in you my love, we are above
simple things are not for us, we bleed for lust
Driven by our violent past,
ever forcing us to last,
unbridled k**er instinct
ever standing fast
And so the will to be alive
overshadows any doubt
I believe...
We are heading for an evolutionary cul de sac
as our brethren try to take it all back