Instinct

Suffer the whim to survive and to feel;

I've been alone

I was born (it's incurable).

'Til the end we are…

animal.

Salival

benediction

tastes the same

liable

to desperation.

(Suffer the whim to survive and to feel)

This chemical slope is surreal

it's the way we turn in circles

of delight and fear.

I've been alone…

I've been alone

I was born

(it's incurable).

How can it weigh so

heavily on our minds

to feel someone's

flesh

and

bone

pressed against our own?

'Til the end we are…

animal.

Salival

fascination

taints and shames.

Creatures

learnt to crawl

we are enslaved by what we are.

Warm-blooded throes

we are in chains

above

below.

How can it weigh so

heavily on our minds

to feel someone's

flesh

and

bone

pressed against our own?

'Til the end we are…

How can it weigh so

heavily on our minds

to feel someone's

flesh

and

bone

pressed against our own?

'Til the end we are…