I've walked to the ends of the earth, and glanced into the eyes of =



those who were going the opposite way.

They failed to bridge the gap, first contact was a threat and you =



could taste the surging unrest.



Who wrote the law that opposites attract?

Who could be so naive?

Everyone trusts no-one.



Looking out for number one.

Ours is a primed time.



The finite thrill of the loathing - a streak in our life bearing =



dreams.

It strengthens to soothe the open wound, but ours is a primed time.



It strengthens to soothe the open wound, but ours is a primed time.



Bonding? - Do you think I want the upper hand?

Broken contracts, we sow infertile seeds and reparation pales