“To live is the strangest of feelings;
it makes you desire so many things
The love and defiance of being alive”
The lovers have stopped to believe;
conviction is no longer needed
The feeling of pain it makes us alive
Hate is the strangest of feelings;
it gives you so many things
The love and desire to feel and believe
The children destroy just to see;
a reason has never been needed
They hurt just to feel they are alive
“To live is the strangest of feelings;
it makes you desire so many things
The love and defiance of being alive”
The lovers defile to be pleased;
compassion is no longer needed
In bondage they feel that they are conceived
Hate is a wondrous feeling;
it makes us believe so many things
The passion and fire of love is complete
The fire of life is complete;
it makes us conceive so many things
The life we desire corrodes while we dream
“To live is the strangest of feelings;
it makes you desire so many things
The love and defiance of being alive”
The lovers have stopped to believe;
conviction is no longer needed
The feeling of pain it makes us alive
Hate is the strangest of feelings;
it gives you so many things
The love and desire to feel and believe
The fire of life is complete;
it makes us conceive so many things
The life we desire corrodes while we dream