“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