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 killer 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