Televise this helpless breath
That gives you pastures of summer;
Euphoric, beautiful
With an abusive message of spirit,
You cannot televise the truth.
God save our endless desire,
I'm alive and I chase pleasure;
Reasons defy me,
Your in my way
So whisper towards my wrists,
They are power; energised.
Come here little lover,
Give me something silent;
Official and full of rhyme,
He's trying to get close,
Without much success.
Turn out the lights and fuck me.

