I was born to choose and I chose to
waste and loose ends lose and lose
there‘s just one more track and I won‘t go
back to maintain what they call truth
there‘s just one real place with familiar
faces who aren‘t up to crack my spine
and another place taking all of my space
to debase what once was mine
it‘s just God who pays them
through the nose
wish fulfillment out of whole cloth
I was born with no reason
I‘ll expire for none and the rest is history
there‘s just one fine face and I‘m taking
the blame to delude what once was me
they’re gonna beat me up
and they spit me out
and I meet despondency
like the broken teeth in a swollen mouth
I just can‘t withstand the bleed
it‘s just God who praised
their expensive clothes
doubtful wishes, diffracted thoughts
it‘s not about the sex and sex and drugs
or sex and soul
and before I try to accept false fate
I will start to lose control
and I might go back, to where my skin is
a wreck and my face becomes one line
now the youthful myth spins a pointless
web to deny that we‘re on trial
and when she speaks soft and clear
she feels so real and my fear
starts to run off and her beating heart
beats just like mine in the dark
she sends the words to my soul
they hang inside forevermore
and when I‘ll feel old and grey
the heart of love‘s aging as well