Inspiration comes at night when everything is calm and boring
When memories of love and life and loins and limbs get roaring
They flood my gates and every pocket of my brain is wet and lusting
For a man-like hurricane whose winds betray you into trusting them they say
They won't destroy this love and life you're building up and making
Man must never crack your bones
Just for the sounf of something breaking
And forgiveness is no virtue when it comes to evil doing
It's ok to cast away from life
The things that aren't your choosing
The things that aren't you choosing
They say do do do do
