© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
So I guess freedom is only one tenth of the law, you wanna teach
somebody to fly and they just learn how to fall, and all anybody could
ask for is somebody to be everything, with the realism of the circle and
the symbolism of the ring.
My own heartbeat; mine, my life dying compass; mine, you let me have
to much now you owe me more, you’ll walk right into my world if you
try and walk out of the door.
It’s not about desire it’s about necessity, you give until you learn how
to take from me, it’s not what I am it’s what I am to you, it’s not what I
feel that matters only what I do.
My addictive medicine; mine, my worldly prisoner; mine, you need me
to need you and this makes you mine, I’ll rule you with guilt keep you
walking the line.
Not love, possession.
A new handbag a compliment a scar, a psychic wound an image a car,
religion phone sex a knife, a future a phone bill a wife.
So I he anybody is just another possession, we turn love and romance
into the emptiness of obsession, you ask how could I be so selfish you
cry about how you’ve been betrayed, who is really selfish wishing I’d
have sacrificed myself and stayed.
My reason for living; mine, my reason for killing; mine, I have it in
writing just how much you owe, I’d rather hat you forever than ever
just let you go.