The wrong time, the wrong place,
Our smiling face of distrust.
Buried, the seed deep in all our heads.
Prepared ourselves for the fall.
The greed killing!
Instinct to mistrust,
Instinct - the lust.
The butchery of feelings,
geared for the greed killing.
The greed killing!
The lust denies the need
Existence is a steady flow,
the moulded image grows.
No core, no faith in what you are,
the pressure builds right from the start.
The lust denies the need
Could it be just sour grapes?
Or have we failed to fit their shape?
It's always give, and never take.
How much can we give?
How much can we take?
The lust denied the need