168. What Lies Within

The people that we love can never understand
What makes us real, it's all in our hands.
We wake everyday, so as to explain
That the pace of our lives are lived purely for them.
The days turn into nights and we all aspire to be
Alone with our lovers, rolling under covers
To wake at the weekend; not to see friends
And to hold dear one-another from our fears.

The love of life is so contagious.
The realms of realism are advantageous.
To dream and believe in soulful sin
Is to become what lies within.

And we all aspire to perform for one-another
In the loom of the mill, it makes us so ill.
The fashion of the world makes us all void
Whereas the fate of our existence is dependant on resistance.
We all love each other; Fate will allow us to recover.
Wild horses are the fuel in the fire
That allow us to crave
With human desire.

The love of life is so contagious.
The realms of realism are advantageous.
To dream and believe in soulful sin
Is to become what lies within.