The Art of Zarum
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Sinful interlude wrapped in a glove
Tousled bedspread, you push, I'll shove
Like fermenting passion sealed in a keg
I can't stop the centrifuge in my head
She couldn't know it then
I didn't feel the same
I didn't know it then
She didn't know my name
Morning comes and you feel all right
But you don't even know if its day or its night
You feel like you've never felt before
And all you can think of is the sight of a door
What demon made you this way?
Was it something they did or something they said?
Sharp edges at the foot of your bed
Stepping off, tear your conscious to shreds
Sweet emotion dripping clean on the floor
What's the difference between a saint and a whore?
Pump my hate with desire
Stroke my tether with your fire
Your no rebel, you're not even cool
In the end she made you look like a fool