Am I too late?
Give me the damage, I can compensate.
I should re-iterate,
I'm not the only source of the problem.
I'm just a guy you know.
I'm just a human after all.
Give me a match to light the fire,
to burn a hole in my desire for love.
The beast inside of me,
as far as the eye can see,
is this agony?
Or does this count as pleasure?
Live for the things that you hate,
Or die to know the answers.
Here I am, Contrapuntal Paradox.
When stereo don't work,
love is in mono and berserk.
I need to channel all the urges,
until my love converges, you know.
I can't fight it,
my sub-conscious is a riot,
my love ain't exponential,
but it's got the potential to be.