In sickness, assault, on a tile floor bear witness of another baby born in the simple places that are hid beneath your clothes calm touching. calm touching brings results well dont we all exist yet die alone dont we all exalt dont we all... dont we die alone soon as the plot unfolds your dress and my eyes all up your clothes. a sure way, to start a war. in passion, running up your thighs. my eyes, my-my, love whats in store for tonight. with no feeling, no not a single sign of life i i know, well i know better so mirror your denial love mirror your denial its love, now its lust